Being with you is fun, i always think of your smile when I’m angry and i start smiling.Up in the hill thinking of you in the green valley seems you are singing thinking of loving you by finding and go on.

A special world for you and me. A special bond one cannot see. It wraps us up in its cocoon. And holds us fiercely in its womb. Its fingers spread like fine spun gold. Gently nestling us to the fold. Like silken thread it holds us fast. Bonds like this are meant to last. And though at times a thread may break. A new one forms in its wake. To bind us closer and keep us strong. In a special world,...