He burns with bashful shame: she with her tears
Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;
Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs
To fan and blow them dry again she seeks:
He saith she is immodest, blames her 'miss;
What follows more she murders with a kiss.by shakespeare

To my love,,,

I had dreamed of someone who as loving and tender, with a sense of humour and an alert, lively manner. Now, I believe I've found the right one - YOU. - mem^maker

BLINDESS of LOVE

* Love is blind.
* If Jack's in love, he's no judge of Jill's beauty.
* Love sees no faults.
* In the eyes of the love, pock-marks are dimples.
* No love is foul, nor prison fair.