Every no one has his someone.
Every hopeless romantic has his hopeful song, every bleeding heart his healing hand, every artist his muse, every Lancelot his Guinevere, every Darcy his Elizabeth, every Paris his Helen, every Romeo his Juliet, every Beast his Beauty.
Can you imagine such a love?
A love shared by four hands molded to fit perfectly together, by four of lips only to kiss each other, by four eyes to share their light, by two hearts made only to love the other. Your perfect soul mate.
Can you imagine such a love?
A person who will view your imperfections perfectly. One who will smile through your troubles and kiss you in the rain. Truly through sickness and health, till death do you part.
Can you imagine such a love?
Love is not a burning flame. It neither flickers nor fades, neither dims nor dies. Love is the everlasting coal set afire by the spark of a touch made only for you, the sweet embrace of a happiness made perfectly for you.
Can you imagine such a love?
Every hopeless romantic has his hopeful song, every bleeding heart his healing hand, every artist his muse, every Lancelot his Guinevere, every Darcy his Elizabeth, every Paris his Helen, every Romeo his Juliet, every Beast his Beauty.
Can you imagine such a love?
A love shared by four hands molded to fit perfectly together, by four of lips only to kiss each other, by four eyes to share their light, by two hearts made only to love the other. Your perfect soul mate.
Can you imagine such a love?
A person who will view your imperfections perfectly. One who will smile through your troubles and kiss you in the rain. Truly through sickness and health, till death do you part.
Can you imagine such a love?
Love is not a burning flame. It neither flickers nor fades, neither dims nor dies. Love is the everlasting coal set afire by the spark of a touch made only for you, the sweet embrace of a happiness made perfectly for you.
Can you imagine such a love?
