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
"To be in love is merely to be In a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god Or an ordinary young woman for a goddess."
If u love me..
Show me its depth..
If u hate me..
Show me its height..
If u cry for me..
Sink me in the depth of ur eyes..
If u live for me..
Take me in ur arms..forever
..If u Can..
