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
Love Is Being Honest Wid Urselt @ All Times
Being Honest Wid Other Persom @ All Times
Telling, Respecting, Listening The Truth & Never Pretending . . .
i wish...
to put ...
a song ...
in my heart ...
a song ...
of gratitude ...
and love ....
for you ....
for all that ....
you have done for...
and given to me....
Sometime we must build walls around our heart, not just to be safe from being hurt, but to find out who cares enough to break them down and enter your heart.
