Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
Love many things, for therein lies the true strength,
and whosoever loves much performs much,
and can accomplish much,
and what is done in love is done well.
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.
Ive got ur bak & uve got mine.
ill help u out netime.
2 see u hurt 2 see u cry.
makes me weep & wanna die.
ill b right here til d end.
cos ur my love & my bestfriend
