Blue jeans white shirtWalked into the room you know you made my eyes burnIt was like James Dean for sureYoure so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancerYou were sorta punk rock I grew up on hip hopBut you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I knowThat love is mean and love hurtsBut I still remember that day we met in december oh babyI will love you til the end of timeI would wait a million yearsPromise youll remember that youre mineBaby can you see through the tearsLove you moreThan those bitches beforeSay youll remember oh baby say youll rememberI will love you til the end of timeBig dreams gangsterSaid you had to leave to start your life overI was like No please stay hereWe dont need no money we can make it all workBut he headed out on sunday said hed come home mondayI stayed up waitin anticipatin and pacinBut he was chasing paperCaught up in the game that was the last I heardI will love you til the end of timeI would wait a million yearsPromise youll remember that youre mineBaby can you see through the tearsLove you moreThan those bitches beforeSay youll remember oh baby say youll rememberI will love you til the end of timeYou went out every nightAnd baby thats alrightI told you that no matter what you did Id be by your sideCause Imma ride or dieWhether you fail or flyWell shit at least you tried.But when you walked out that door a piece of me diedI told you I wanted more-but thats not what I had in mindI just want it like beforeWe were dancing all nightThen they took you away-stole you out of my lifeYou just need to remember....I will love you til the end of timeI would wait a million yearsPromise youll remember that youre mineBaby can you see through the tearsLove you moreThan those bitches beforeSay youll remember oh baby say youll rememberI will love you til the end of time
Famous Quotes about self-confidence
Think how you love me she whispered. I dont ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me therell always be the person I am to-night.
She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine the most potent sanity- destroying substance in the universe.
Each in the most hidden sack keptthe lost jewels of memoryintense love secret nights and permanent kissesthe fragment of public or private happiness.A few the wolves collected thighsother men loved the dawn scratchingmountain ranges or ice floes locomotives numbers.For me happiness was to share singingpraising cursing crying with a thousand eyes.I ask forgiveness for my bad waysmy life had no use on earth.
15. WHENEVER I WENT OUT TO PLAY MY MOTHER WANTED TO KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I WAS GOING TO BEWhen Id come in shed call me into her bedroom take me in her arms and cover me with kisses. Shed stroke my hair and say I love you so much and when I sneezed shed say Bless you you know how much I love you dont you and when I got up for a tissue shed say Let me get that for you I love you so much and when I looked for a pen to do my homework shed say Use mine anything for you and when I had an itch on my leg shed say Is this the spot let me hug you and when I said I was going up to my room shed call after me What can I do for you I love you so much and I always wanted to say but never said Love me less.
To me you are a work of art and I would give you my heart - thats if I had one.
...to be in a relationship with God is to be loved purely and furiously. And a person who thinks himself unlovable cannot be in a relationship with God because he cant accept who God is a Being that is love. We learn that we are lovable or unlovable from other people...That is why God tells us so many times to love each other.
There is nothing so rewarding as to make people realize that they are worthwhile in this world.
Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didnt give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together and then about myself again. It was the age that time of life when every sight every feeling every thought came back like a boomerang to me. And worse I was in love. Love with complications. The scenery was the last thing on my mind.
..And i cant get you out of my mindGod knows how hard Ive tried