LovE is Not HoW LonG U''ve BeeN 2gEthEr;
nOt HoW MucH U''ve GIvEn oR RecEivE;
Not hOw MaNy TimEs U''ve HeLpEd EaCh OthEr
--- Its HoW U VALUE EaCh OtHEr...
If the people we love are stolen away from us
the only way to have them live on is to never stop lovin"them.
Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever...
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.
Love Is 2 Souls
Intertwined In Such
A Way You Can''t Find
Their Meeting Place
Nor Can You Tear It
Apart It Is One
Embodiment Of
Pure
Pleasure & Pain ,
Joy & Sorrow ....
