My love is higher than the sky,
deeper than the ocean,
warmer than the sun shining down on me, quiet as a prayer.
It can purify holy water
Can restore severed bonds
Can resolve conflict yet remain uncorrupted
But still it's not enough for her doesn't matter what i do she never understand I love her so much that it hurts but she thinks m joking how can it be
I may not b perfect but I m also not that imperfect
men do not die when shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol,or exploded by a bomb,or ravaged by an incurable disease,or poisoned. They die when they are forgotten.This blog one of it's own kind is dedicated to those mortal authors whose work have made them immortal.
Wednesday, 3 June 2015
My love
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