GOD Said: Go To The Garden & Get The Most Beautiful Flower.
Man Returned Empty Handed & Told Tht: I Found The Most Beautiful Flower But I Ket Walking In Hope Of A Better One And Then I Realised I Ignored The Best One. I Went Back But Could Not Find It There. . .
GOd Said: This Is LOVE . . .! ! !
U Don''t Value It When u Have It
But
Repent When U Lose It. . .
Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. Thats what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
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.
I loved her from my heart,
She touched my soul n shake my heart,
I found her mine, but that wasn’t true,
I cried all night but she never dew,
Was it wrong to express my love?
Was it the same reason she left?
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
