Love is like a butterfly. it goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes.
There is a lady sweet and kind, was never a face so pleased my mind;i did but see her passing by, and yet, ill love her till i die. thomas ford
Love is like a butterfly. it goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes.
There is a lady sweet and kind, was never a face so pleased my mind;i did but see her passing by, and yet, ill love her till i die. thomas ford