Love
Love is to reach out for someone's hand
love means to understand
no secrets, no lies
true love never dies
when love begins
faces goes pink
because love means
everything...
-written in those innocent years..-
...(lol...) laugh all you might. But who haven't been through those innocent years..when puppy love could last for only a day or two? Maybe not.. But for those who have been through it all...isn't it such a wonderful feeling? When I take a journey down to Memory Lane..."Gosh! Those were the years...I forgot to enjoy!" (sigh.....)
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The quest of love is not to add years in your life but to add life in your years. My innocent years... was pure, full of joy, sense of humor, respectful, sincere... It was a memory, and was part of my journey but not my destiny...
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