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
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away
And
All the things I want to say can find no voice.
Then,
In silence,
I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart . . .
Love
Isn''t winning someone but loosing
Urself to someone.
When U r LOVED by someone its not
due to the excellence of Ur
mind but due to the purity of Ur heart..
