Hundreds and thousands and millions of lovers out...
Each of their tales as lovely and exciting as each...

I sat there reading,
And well it was boring...

So far in live before we met,
I never really care how people felt...

Love is,
something blind, you will go to any limit to get...

Just one look,
You took a place in my heart...

I have an annoying friend,
Chatter like a bird wherever we went...

In the eve of Valentine,
Everyone is busy, preparing their lines...

For those who fell in love for the first time,
They are usually blinded by it...

He does not fear of telling her he loves her,
He does not has jitters when he is near her...

C an i ever, forget
the time, we met...

In love there is only one thing that could be...
When the one you love love someone else...

If only Valentine, comes earlier by two days,
Then i wouldn't be writing this...