[هزيم الرعد]

love is like the fragnance of bloming flowers. It is like the touch of a cold dew drop , it is like the kiss of a gentle butterfly .....

love is the music which makes you dance for no reason at all . It is a feeling which brings a sweet smile on your lips . love is the colour which teenage dreams are made up of . It is te spice which adds a dash of flavour to life . it is the moon which just floods your memory lane with light..........