As I opened my arms wide
To let you flee from me...
We were friends and nothing more
Till I opened my heart's door...
She never saw me cry
When she said \"goodbye\"...
All this time I searched in vain
Ran after a passing train...
When in love we always make a series of compromises....What makes it unique is that these compromises seem to make us happy... |
Love is the stariway from hell to heaven.. |
Behind every great man stood a love story which gave him strength to do all that he did... |