To see her is to love her, and love but her for ever,
For Nature made her what she is, and ne'er made another.
- Robert Burns.
Love has not gift so grateful as his wings.
- Lord Byron.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
- William Shakespeare.
Yet, my Heart felt a tug when you gave me a Hug.
I wondered if your Kiss would bring perfect Bliss.
~ Unknown.
Shall only you and I forbear
To meet and make a happy pair?
Shall we alone delay to live?
This day an age of bliss may give.
~ Unknown.
For Nature made her what she is, and ne'er made another.
- Robert Burns.
Love has not gift so grateful as his wings.
- Lord Byron.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
- William Shakespeare.
Yet, my Heart felt a tug when you gave me a Hug.
I wondered if your Kiss would bring perfect Bliss.
~ Unknown.
Shall only you and I forbear
To meet and make a happy pair?
Shall we alone delay to live?
This day an age of bliss may give.
~ Unknown.