Passion'' a word which involves so many feelings; I feel it when we touch, I feel it when we kiss, I feel it when I look at you. For you are my passion, my one true love
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
It''s so easy, To think about Love, To Talk about Love, To wish for Love, But it''s not always easy, To recognize Love, Even when we hold it.... In our hands
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??.. . :-(
