Monday, June 16, 2008

Love

Love,

If I could fly high and pick a star every time you made me smile, my nights would be bright like the morning sky.

If I had a rose every time I thought of you, I would be walking through a garden of flowers.

And if I walk a mile searching for you, I would be end up at the edge of the world for a thousand times.

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