She said she usually

She said she usually
She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad

but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short

Tears are summer showers to the SOUL
  

Jun, 12 2010     178 chars (2 sms)     3459 views       Love

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Always remember I love you
More than words
Could ever show,
And I think of you always-
Much more than
You could know
And now until forever,
Always remember this too,
There''s no one
I could ever love
More than
I LOVE YOU!
Forever is not today,

not tomorrow or a century

that will come,

but a lifetime.

And I promise to love you

forever...
Truth of Life..

You may fall in Love with the
Beauty of Someone..

But..

Remember, finally You have to live with the Character..



Not with the Beauty..!
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion
that each include the other,
each is enriched by the other.
A Lovr Ask God
"Why Life Is So Tough Wen We R In Luv"
God Replied
"Just Think How Beautiful & Easy Life Is Wen
U R Wid D Person
U Love"
Its hard to live alone,
harder to choose sumone to luv,
but the hardest part of loving
is to admit tht u''ve fallen in luv
wid sum 1 who can never be urs
U Can Live Without

The Person Who Says

” U R MINE ”

But U Can NEVER Live

Without Someone

Who Says

” I M YOURS “
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
NeVeR qUeStIoN

If YoU aRe In
LOVE oR nOt ...

BeCaUsE

If YoU wErE

YoU wOuLdN''T NeEd To AsK ... (:
My love for you is like water,
Falling countless…
The beating of my heart,
For you is so heavy and soundless,
The feeling of being in your arm is so
Precious and endless.
If I go away

What would still remain of me?

The ghost within your eyes?

The whisper in your sighs?

You see...Believe

And I''m always there
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet


~ William Shakespeare ~