True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen
with white hairs and is always young in the heart....
itz d perfect tym for both of ud 2 b 2gether wid each other for hourz n hourz.. quitly celebrating d tym we have spent in d shelter of luv care n affection n hand in hand strengthning our bond forver n ever.. ..
eyes without tears,tears without love,love without a care,a care without a heart,a heart without beat,a beat without u,u without me.now how could that be possible?
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
