You are my favorite reason to lose my sleep.
The less you open your heart, the more your heart suffers.
Love never dies...only the lover changes.
First love is a glimpse of paradise.
Hattered does not cease with hatered. Haterd ceases by love.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
You are my favorite reason to lose my sleep.
The less you open your heart, the more your heart suffers.
Love never dies...only the lover changes.
First love is a glimpse of paradise.
Hattered does not cease with hatered. Haterd ceases by love.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.