Measured by miles u r far away; Measured by thought u r closest today; Measured by eyes I didn''t find u with me, but when measured by heart u r found inside.
To describe love is very difficult, mysteriuos & complex, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. u''ve to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
how do i say gudbye to sumone i never had??
y do i cry for sumone who was never mine..??
y is dat i miss sumone i was never wid??
n y do i luv sumone whoz luv was never mine??.. . :-(
