Just becuase you have the key, does not mean you can open the door...

You were once my treasure, my light, my twinkling star. But now you are a pleasure, a sight, and a lip's mist apart, to someboby else.

The one that carries the bag is the only one that knows whats in it.

Love is patient, love is kind, love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way, its not irritable or resentful, it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in truth.

It takes two to speak the truth. One to speak and another to listen.

A world without love is a drought.

Love is the bridge between two hearts. Too bad mine was knocked down.

If I could hold love in my hands, then it'd be slipping through my fingers...

You cant take the black off a crow...

Certains CAN be opened.