can you feel the love?
a letter to a love. a love I will remember forever
I can't help it. Sometimes I still need to ask you "Why though? Why do you love me?"
true love. When I really started loving you
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
By Edgar Allan Poe
The walls you built Were made of stubborn bricks
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be
By Sara Teasdale
I’ll never stop telling you how amazing you are even if we disagree on certain things
a letter to a love. a love I will remember forever
I can't help it. Sometimes I still need to ask you "Why though? Why do you love me?"
true love. When I really started loving you
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
By Edgar Allan Poe
The walls you built Were made of stubborn bricks
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be
By Sara Teasdale
I’ll never stop telling you how amazing you are even if we disagree on certain things