Hands, the most petite and soft feminine things that I have touched. I know that we will probably not meet again. But my heart will be following you wherever you go. I wish that I would've told you the love I had for you. I wish that I could've experienced the true love only few get to experience.
Love is kisses, with little hearts.
Love is sweet, but can be tart. My love is pure, as pure as your heart. Please understand this, I wish it could start. I wish that the love I felt, could start once again. It's like being in Heaven when I see you sweet face.