I don\’t know what he does to make you cry,

but I\’ll be there to make you smile.

I don\’t have a fancy car,

to get to you I\’d walk a thousand miles.

I don\’t care if he buys you nice things

Does his gifts come from the heart – I don\’t know…

But if you were my girl…

I\’d make it so we\’d never be apart.

But my love is all I have to give

Without you I don\’t…

love is original..

eternal,

not external,

it is completely internal..

it is more than d ego of man\’s heart..

it is so pure so sacred..

no no its not a laurencian fire..nor the fire of japaneese…

rather the reflection of the fire in my heart..

neither be fearful nor be afraid of..

feel the warmth of dis eternity..come to me..

nd be sure abt its sacredness…..

IT FLOWS LIKE RIVER;WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE U WHOLE DAY
IT BURNS LIKE FIRE;WHEN MY HANDS ARE UNABLE TO FEEL YOU…
IT SEEMS LIKE GRAVEYARD;WHEN NIGHTS ARE SO LONG WIDOUT U…
IT WAS LIKE SLEEPING FOREVER;WHEN U ASKED TO DEPART

am still searchng for d ryt pace in lyf…still waiting to mark my dot…hope to find a point soon