Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Losing The Person U Luv . . . Hurts
Some Ppl Say Its Not A Big Deal
But It’s Really Tough
Especially When The One U Loved
Was The Only One U Have Ever Loved . . .
If some one did ask me what life meant to me?
Then I would sit next to U,
Pull you close two me,
Put my arms around U and say proudly,
“This is my life”
