I Me Myself

What was the start of all this? When did the cogs of fate begin to turn? Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now, From deep within the flow of time... But, for a certainty, back then, We loved so many, yet hated so much, We hurt others and were hurt ourselves... Yet even then, we ran like the wind, Whilst our laughter echoed, Under cerulean skies...

Saturday, August 04, 2007

For a friend

If you love someone you say it...
you say it right then,out loud...
or the moment just...
passes you by

Love: a temporary insanity,
curable by marriage...
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others,
and the delight in the recognition.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.

There is always some madness in love.
But there is also always some reason in madness.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
The eskimos have 52 words for snow because it is so special to them
;there ought to be as many for love!

Good luck to you.

posted by Lun Kuang @ 11:45 AM 

3 Comments:

Blogger p i n k p r i n c e s s said...

haha. whos tat friend of yours. she seems familiar lea. haha.

10:12 PM  
Blogger Lun Kuang said...

Its for a MALE friend. Don't think too much. You can also take this advice. Ha.

10:18 PM  
Blogger p i n k p r i n c e s s said...

haha. realli (: i see. bleah. :P i dun need it. haha.

8:13 PM  

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