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.
If Love is Water I will give you rivers and oceans . If Love is Space I will give you the whole Universe . If heat is your Love I wish the Sun beside me
I wish i was one of your tear,
I would star in your eyes,
Live on your cheeks,
Die on your lips,
But if you were one of my tear,
I would never cry for the fear of losing you.....
If i die 2nite i go with no regrets,
if its in ur arms den i know i was blessed,
but if ur eyes r d last thing i see,
den i know d beauty of heaven holds 4 me
