Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith , water of sincerity and air of passion .
Love put the fun together , the sad in apart and the joy in our heart . How did is happen that their lips came together ? How does is happen that the birds sing , that snow melts , that rose unfold , that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill ?
A kiss , and all was said .
Happy valentine everyone . Love you all from Anhthuy .