William Shakespeare

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A Madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.


Ο Φοβερός said...

sofa logia :o
Ta dika mou sofa logia: "BEWARE - LOVE BITES!"
hehehe :-)

Margo said...

xaxaxaxaxaxaxaxaxaa...dagkwnei h agaph nai den lew....alla dagkwnei gluka...:D::D:D:D:D::D