Val Day' 2012.



If I knew how to write a song
I’d write one everyday
It would say that I’m
in love with you
And why I feel this way

It would have to say you’re pretty
And as rare as a desert rose
It would say you’re a looker
From your head down to your toes

You’re my comfort when I’m lonely
You’re my peace when I need rest
Of all the women I’ve known
I must rate you the best.

You’re the orchard in the jungle,
you’re the better half of me
You’re all of this and so much more,
you mean the world to me

Still so much is left unsaid,
It would take me far too long
I know how much I love you,
If only I could write a song.



You are someone whom I know I could wake up peacefully every morning and knowing that you both of our hearts' fire is still igniting. Everytime I sees you, you look really fresh as if I have missed you for months. Happy Valentines Day Sheryl Choo :)

Hope you really liked the arrangement I have prepared for you, Ksuite on saturday and flowers delivered to your office. I know you said anywhere with me would be wonderful, but for you, I would like to pamper you on this special day :)
Thank you for your gift! - Puma Watch & Lovely card!















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