Each moments is empty,
My nights are lonely.
Come and hold me,
The destiny awaits you.
Turn back and take a look now.
Such a meeting may or may not happen again.
To tell you what I mean is?
You are everything for me?
Please, come to me…
I am very lonely?
Love Is As Much Of An Object As An Obsession. . EveryBody Wants It. . . EveryBody Seeks It. . .
But A Few Ever Achieve It. . . Those Who Do, Will Cherish It. . .
Be Lost In It And MAmong All . . . Willl Never Never Never Forget It . . .
As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony.
Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.
