Monday, June 21, 2010

When love (in distance) means everything..

Dearest,

The love story that I entailed, can NEVER be found in modern history;

His:
For everything there's a season
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh.
Hold on tight, Dear...
Her:
Part of me weep, Part of me laugh,
Without you near, it's always tough,
Together forever and never apart,
Perhaps in distance, never in heart.
Rejoice!
For the never forgotten heart ...
P/s: Will I be like them? Who knows...but I foresee nothing..
Cheers,
Tempest.

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