Flowers need sunshine

Flowers need sunshine
Flowers need sunshine, violets need dew, all angels in heaven know I need u. years may fly, tears may dry, but my Luv for u will never die.
  

Jun, 14 2010     140 chars (1 sms)     2923 views       Love

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HITTLER SAID ;

"I SUGGEST YOU TO DO WAR BUT NEVER LOVE"

"BECOUSE IN WAR YOU LIVE OR YOU DIE"

"BUT IN LOVE NEITHER YOU LIVE NOR YOU DIE"
If "U" loVe someone, be sUre 2 teLl thEm eveRy daY;
becaUse oNe Day "U" migHt nOt bE abLe 2 telL thEm becAuse iT was toO laTe anD thEy arE no lonGer theRe..
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
The Day Was The Last

The Day Was Gone

The Day Was Sad

The Day Made Me Mad

Cuz You Left My Heart
One Day
You Will Love Me
As I Once Loved You
One Day
You Will Cry Over Me
Like I Cried Over You
One Day
You Will Want Me
And I Wont Want You.
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...
They Say Move On

N That Is What Exactly I Do
I Start Remembering Of Your Caring Hug
Of Your Gentle Kiss
Your Lovely Style Of Talking
Moving On To Every Word
That Reminds Me Of You
The Very You
N Then I Find I Have Moved On To A New Day
I Find Another Chance To Love You,In My Own Way
• Smile is the 2nd best thing you can do with your Lips.
What is first thing? ..??.. (Answer is "KISS").
When Your Heart Gets Broken,

You Tend To See Cracks In Everything Else

Sometimes The Two People

Most Meant For Each Other

Are The Last Two To Realize It
If I had the letters "HRT",
I can add "EA" to get a "HEART"
or a "U" and get "HURT".
But I''d rather choose "U" and get "HURT" than have a "HEART" without "U".
Love is like a bed of roses, there are many thorns. The path to true happiness lies in learning to avoid the thorns, while enjoying the roses.
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.