Sunday, April 13, 2008

Paris Paris

Things come, things go
People come, people go

Love gives, love divides
Love laughs, love cries

When you encounter someone, it's always a luck. It's a mark, it's a memory. Think of a world with millions and millions of people, he is lucky (once) to be part of your circle of friends, so do you!


tai said...

"Love hurts, Love heals"

My China Bohemia said...

Your verses are poetic... even if you denied being poetic!