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
You must be a good runner
because you are always running in my mind,
you must be a good thief
because you have stolen my heart,
and i am always a bad shooter
because I Miss You Always...
b careful when u give ur '' HEART '' to some 1 ,
bcoz when u give ur heart to some 1 ,
u r not only giving that person ,the right to '' LOVE '' U ,
but also a power to '' HURT '' U .
