When My Father

When My Father
When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
  

Jun, 12 2010     216 chars (2 sms)     2318 views       Love

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If I go away

What would still remain of me?

The ghost within your eyes?

The whisper in your sighs?

You see...Believe

And I''m always there
Luv is beautiful bcoz

it''s a feeling controlled by heart,

bt FRNDSHIP is much beautiful

bcoz it''s a feeling dat controls d HEART
Love Is

The Only Kind Of Fire

Which Is

Never Covered By

Insurance ...
Love Is When . . .

You Are Kept Awake At Night With The Thoughts Of Her/Him . . .

&

When Sleep Finally Finds You . . .

She/He Is Waiting There In Your Dreams . . . :->
HOLD EVERY PERSON CLOSE TO YOUR HEART,YOU MAY NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU HAVE LOST A DIAMOND WHILE YOU WERE TOO BUSY COLLECTING STONES
HITTLER SAID ;

"I SUGGEST YOU TO DO WAR BUT NEVER LOVE"

"BECOUSE IN WAR YOU LIVE OR YOU DIE"

"BUT IN LOVE NEITHER YOU LIVE NOR YOU DIE"
A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself - to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart
|| A Beautifull Thought ||


Love Is A Feeling Which You Feel

&

When You Feel That

You''re Going To Feel A Feeling ... (;
Pure Love" Never Cares For: Money! Beauty! Fame! Familiarity! Education! Employed!



Bcoz, It Wants A ''CARING HEART'' For A ''CRYING HEART
When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
Love Is A Portion Of The Soul Itself
And
It Is Of The Same Nature As The Celestial Breathing Of The Atmosphere Of Paradise. . . :)
Money And Love Aren''t The Same Thing . . .

The More You Spend The Money, The Less You Have

The More You Spend Love, The More You Get In Return