I love what I do. When a month goes by and I'm not working, I'm miserable. — Roselyn Sanchez Copy Share Image
The thing is with love you last a month and you have high expectations and belive your gonna spend the rest of… — Jaritza Copy Share Image
My friendship with the Hitch has always been perfectly cloudless. It is a love whose month is ever May, — Martin Amis Copy Share Image
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How can you love someone one day. Then love someone else a month later. NawItDontWorkLikeDat. — Jahniah M Copy Share Image
