I was counting the stars

A boy to a crying girl: Boy: You’re the 2nd most beautiful girl in the world. Girl: Who’s the 1st? Boy: You, when you’re smiling.

The moment I saw you, You warmed my heart, Second time you made little flames and, Now you make my heart burn like hell.

If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tear. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks and die on your lips.

Boy: There’s something wrong with my phone. Girl: What’s wrong with it? Boy: It doesn’t have your phone number.

If you say my eyes are beautiful it’s because they’re looking at you, for my eyes are just the windows my feelings come through.

The length and breadth and height of you, total up to quite a view, but to taste the true delight of you, I’ll have to take a bite of you.