One looks at the left side of the chest, like the name of the cincinnati, not love ...?
Seeing the eyes, seeing the smile, reading can be read in love, by talking two days, a relationship can be named fast, the relation status status can be changed ... there is no cultivation of love. The power that comes with lightning shining like lightning lasts forever, much like the sky of the sky.
Love is going on continuously. Love is not born in two to four-six days ...
How to take? Many birds fly in the sky, not all the birds are illusory ... Maya is on a pet bird. Love has to be born with such time. Smriti was born with a lot of tears, many of which are witnessed in the afternoon, one is going to mix together over time to wear life. You can feel at one time you are incomplete without him. Not just your imagination, she can not separate herself from anything. This is how the love is frightened.
The dark circles will fall under the eyes one day, the chin chin will also be bruised, the kiss will be folded on the forehead ... just by lovingly giving the name of the relationship, but the time will be the eyes, the face will become old, the face will become old. People will not like it anymore.
Leave yourself up on time. If you go on walking, if you ever think that one life has been built on the eighth floor, you can not separate yourself from him. Understand that love is his name ... keep on serving it ...
The last sunrise of life is not like the moment of being together for both of them, but the love that is growing like a wildflower is tucked.
