No matter what our troubles, I still love you, As though a part of me were also you. Life isn't easy, but I know without you There will be bitterness in all I do. I feel the broken heaven in my heart, The blight that will outlast the years of healing, The darkness underneath all time and art, The pain that from within there's no concealing. We were so much in love when we first met, A river that would reach, in time, the sea. We ought not let despair turn to regret, But be through choice what love chose us to be. No love can last except it be through will.
Were wastelands in our path, I'd love you still.....
I'm sorry for the way I say I love you. I know this kind of talk is far too soon. I cannot stop myself; I just adore you. And so this truth pronounces its own doom. But when a truth betrays itself, I wonder: Could it be that such a truth be true? Or could the sweet compulsion that I'm under Be caused in part by ignorance of you? I know only the truth of what I feel, Which lies beneath all sanity or rule. My love for you is deep and rich and real, Though it may be I simply am a fool. Time will tell the truth, for if you do
I look at you and think: I cannot live Without you; you're the person of my dreams. Of course I know I can, but I must give My heart room to tell it as it seems. Romance must have a language fit for feeling More than fits between the earth and sky. For love there cannot be a floor or ceiling: My love goes down too deep and flies too high. So when I say I cannot live without you, Know I can't imagine so much pain; And when I claim to always dream about you, Well, know the moon is happy once again. The sun reveals cold truths for all to see,
salam miss romantic kuri how ru.i m Muhammad Irshad from spain n i wanna talk to u if u don,t mind can we talk on the msn or yahoo. decent_b0y1@yahoo.com irshad_zaheer_007@hotmail.com
Just wanted you to know: I love you. Months have passed since we became close friends. Every day I find I'm thinking of you, Though no word from you that message sends. And yet we share all other thoughts and feelings: I cannot wait to tell you of my day, And you give me the gist of all your dealings, Which makes me hope we walk in the same way. Telling you this is opening a door That never can be closed again, and yet I must, because I ache for something more, Something that I must risk all to get. Some night, perhaps, we'll go hang out somewhere;
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