LOVE....

Love is something you can't describe, like the look of rose the smell of the rain or the feeling of FOREVER....

Love is like a mountain, hard to climb but once you get the top view is BEAUTIFUL....

Love is watchful an sleeping, slumbereth not. Though weary it, it's not tired; Though pressed, it's not straitened; Though alarmed, it's not confounded....

There is smile of Love and there is a smile of deceit and there is a smile of SMILE in which THESE TWO SMILES MEET....