mardi 18 août 2009

words in love


I love you,it is not a promises,it is a fact;
it is not for word,it is for act;it is not on
the paper,it is in my heart.I love you until
the sea is dry,the mountain is bare.I love you
until the sun raises in the west,the moon sets
in the east.I love you till the god is dead.My
love is permanent,full of passion and could melt
the metal.I love you since i'm dead.

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