A Memory of true Love is like a favorite Song, no matter how many times it plays again, You never get tired of it.
The person who hates you, loves you the most.
We are shaped and fashioned by those we love.
Hattered does not cease with hatered. Haterd ceases by love.
You either live in love or die, there is no way in between
Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.
A Memory of true Love is like a favorite Song, no matter how many times it plays again, You never get tired of it.
The person who hates you, loves you the most.
We are shaped and fashioned by those we love.
Hattered does not cease with hatered. Haterd ceases by love.
You either live in love or die, there is no way in between
Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.