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.
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”
When I lost you, I loved you more.
but, between the two of us, you lost the most..
coz i can love another the way I loved you.
But, you wud never be loved, the way I used to love you..
