Have you heard of the song...'Buy her a rose,call her from work ..open the door for her what will it hurt.....''
And I realized, it is never about the expensive gifts,
It is never about the high class treatment,
It is never about money.
Love thrives on the little things we do...
It is in the 'I Love You' whisper,
It is the morning text,
It is in the time you spare for her,
It is in your company and care,
It is in the simple things.
For if love thrived on money, then beggars would never have known what love is.