If one day I shall die from the pain of longing,
I know this love was worth-suffering.
And I won't regret counting days, as long as I could count them for You.
I won't regret making plans, as long as they lead me to the places where I could find myself in your everlasting arms.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
If one day I shall die from the pain of longing,
I know this love was worth-suffering.
And I won't regret counting days, as long as I could count them for You.
I won't regret making plans, as long as they lead me to the places where I could find myself in your everlasting arms.
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