Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
Ive got ur bak & uve got mine. ill help u out netime.2 see u hurt 2 see u cry. makes me weep & wanna die. ill b right here til d end. cuz ur my love & my best friend.
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
