I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul
I miss the way you call my name
Along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
And how you tell me you do
I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
And I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
“I Love Walking in Rain
So That No One Can See My Tears”,
.
It’s a Bit Old One
.
. Do You Know The Latest One??
.
“I Love Walking in Any Season,
Because
Petrol is Now "78 INR" Per Litre”.
It is as presious as dimond It leads to a pleasure way where You cann't measure de time........... Don't get it out of hands if successed to get it..... It's love
Love is an untamed force..when we try to control it , it destroys us, when we try to imprison it , it enslaves us and when we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused
