you''re ma honey bun sugar plump pumpi yumpi pumpkin,you''re ma sweetie pie,you''re ma cuppy cake gum drop spugm spugm slower the apple ov ma eye,n i love u sho n i want u know that il olwayx b ryth here,n i love to sing this song for u b.coz u r soooow deeeeaaaar :-)
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
