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.
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other,
It is fed with the necessity of seeing each other,
And is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
"I''ll give you the moon at night
I''ll give you star that lights your eyes
I''ll give you the sun that made just one more dawn
So another day may come
I''ll give you my heart and soul
I''ll be there to catch you when you fall
When you ask me what I give to you
Girl I''ll give it all"
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.
when the night comes, look at the sky. if u see a falling star, don''t wonder! just make a wish. trust me it will come true, b''coz i did it and i found You.
