All love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, and its familiar voice wearies not ever....they who inspire it are most fortunate, as I am now, but those who feel it most are happier still.
My pen is blue, My ink is blue, My love is for one, Only for you. How can u tell rain not to fall, when cloud exists How can u tell leaves not to fall, when wind exists How can u tell me not to fall in love When u exists.
