True love is not a physical beauty,
but an inner splendour that glows in the soul,
radiates through all impediments.
Forsaking all boundaries.
it's not fire
but the kind of warmth one feels from a golden fire's glow and
an incomparable comfort in the offering of hope,
when all are hopless.
it's not perfection
but the perfection lies in the blending of two hearts and two souls
to create a bond that survives all imperfections
and the passage of time.
________+_________

hmmm...tml geo test.
veri scared..
finished studyin all xcept e maps.
nw takin a break..
while surfin e net, i stumbled upon tis poem.
find it sumhw v. meaningful.
tamata..cheer up okie?

___je t'aime beaucoup___ =)