• My love for you is simple, deep, and strong.
    I feel it flowing towards you from my heart,
    A tide of unsophisticated song,
    Sung with much desire and little art.
    I cannot tell my love, but it will show
    In ways that even I cannot foresee;
    A love as full as mine must overflow
    Into everything that makes me, me.
    Just as the sun must shine to be the sun
    And trees burst forth in blossom every year,
    So I must love in ways that everyone
    Can see or sense or reason out or hear.
    Still, I'll tell you of my love in this:
    For fear, despite all, you might my love miss.

    You were as if the sun came up
    Upon my bitter night
    And bade the blackness rustle up
    Some joyful morning light.
    And inexplicably my heart
    Rose up and twirled me round,
    So sudden in its expert art
    I scarcely touched the ground.
    With you I am still filled with light
    And all my feelings dance.
    You are my song, my wings, my flight,
    My truth and my romance.

    There are some days that i look at u
    And see u as a friend
    where there might be others
    when ill love u 2 the end

    you tease me all the time
    A bully u almost r
    but when u blush and say"im sorry"
    i nearly melt into ur arms

    i often say "i dont have a crush"
    But deep down i know its a lie
    I wish i can go up and give u a kiss
    But im way 2 wimpy and shy

    So ill go and move on wit my life
    But before i must leave
    i simply have 2 know
    do u indeed luv me?

    ME U=luv<3

    A kiss is just a kiss,
    Until u find the one u love.
    A hug is just a hug,
    Until its the one ur thinking of.
    A dream is just a dream,
    Until u make it come true

    Having u in my life...
    is a BEATIFUL feeling...
    You make me feel..
    so SPECIAL
    with all that u say..
    and all that u do...
    And today all i want 2 say..
    you r the one..
    I LOVE
    and no matter wat
    i will forever keep LOVING YOU!!!

    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love,
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove.
    Oh, no! it is an ever-fixed mark
    That looks on tempests.. and is never shaken.
    It is the star to every wandering bark
    Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love is not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickle's compass come.
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out.. even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved

    My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
    How come it then that this her cold is so great
    Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
    But harder grows the more I her entreat?
    Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
    Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
    But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
    And feel my flames augmented manifold?
    What more miraculous thing may be told,
    That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold,
    Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
    Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
    That it can alter all the course of kind.