people are strange when you are a stranger, faces look ugly when you are alone; women seem wicked when you are unwanted, streets are uneven when you are down
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I wonder
I wonder, why I love you so much and every time when I see you smile, I know its worth Every time my soul shivers, when we touch, and no matter how much I give, I know my love is still not enough
