If the dews froze under the Sahara,
The blaze will not then wither the will,
If the peace is no longer fluttering doves,
THEN THE HATE THEN WILL TURN TO LOVE

MOST GIRLS WOULD LOVE TO HEAR THIS FROM THE GUY SHE LIKES

*Boy and Girl are walking around the mall*
Girl: Hey, do you think that girl is pretty? I do! *Points out pretty girl*
Boy: She’s alright.
Girl: Oh… Okay, how about that one? Shes really pretty! *Points out another girl*
Boy: Haha, that girl’s not pretty or ugly. She’s average.
Girl: Oh… you have really high standards.
Boy: I guess you can say that.
Girl: Okay, fine. Once you see one, point her out!
Boy: Haha, alright.
*Boy and Girl walk around some more*
Boy: OH! I found one!
Girl: Really?! Where?!
*Boy puts arm around Girl’s shoulder*
Boy: Right here.