People who live for love are lucky
People who die for love are too strange
My saga is precious, beloved.
We are away and still we are near
I know
Love is naive
Heart tends to make mistakes
Love is oblivious of patience
Beloved
Beloved
Beloved.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
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4 comments:
love is naive ....sotti...i ki tai ?
nice poem.
hmmmm
who iz dis ?
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