When I lost you, I loved you more.
but, between the two of us, you lost the most..
coz i can love another the way I loved you.
But, you wud never be loved, the way I used to love you..
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
My soul is on fire, peace is no way near, my heart is broken and restless, my eyes all red with tears,
my body acheing with pain, sleep turned into nightmare, i think this is the end for me or s it the starting of love. . . ? ? ?
