What is Love

What is Love
When asked "What is Love?" A girl aged 6 gave this cute reply,

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day..."
  

Jun, 12 2010     149 chars (1 sms)     4295 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

You''re the shoulder I lean on,
the hand that I hold,
The eyes with the message
That never grows old,
The smile that is part of
Each warm memory -
You''re everything special
That means love to me.
BARI MUSHKIL SE SULANE LAGA HON APNI ANKHON KO...........

TERE KHUWAB KA LALACH DE KAR................

AAJ 1 BAAR MERE KHUWAB MAIN AAO K.....................

MERI ANKHON KA AITBAR REH JAAYE.....................
An Excellent Quote:

I Believe In Love At First Sight!!

Bcoz...

I Have Loved My Mother Ever Since I Opened My Eyes .. .!
Top law of love:

For every idiot

there is an equal and opposite gender idiot.

Singles are people

wid uncomparable intelligence. ..!!
Love lives on hope,

and dies when hope is dead;

It is a flame

which

sinks for

lack of fuel.
Kya Aap Janty Hain

2 Ankhon K Drmyan Kya Rishta Hai?

Jub Dekhti Hain To 1 Sath Dekhti Hain

Jub Muskrati Hain To 1 Sath Muskrati Hain

Jub Roti Hain To 1 Sath Roti Hain

Jub Band Hoti Hain To 1 Sath Band Hoti Hain

Jub-K Dono Ne 1 Dosry Ko Dekha Tak Nahi

PYAR HO TO ESA HO.
We’ve been through a path so dark,
but we still gotten dat special spark,

now we know dat we can neva go wrong,
my love for you will never be gone.
Kuch nasha teri baat ka hai
Kuch nasha dhimi barsaat ka hai
Hum to kabse nashe me dub jaane ko tayyar hai
Intezar to sirf aapki mulakat ka hai
Love Is A Fire.

But Whether It Is Going To

Warm Your Heart Or Burn Down Your House,

You Can Never Tell

Everyone Says You

Only Fall In Love
The heart doesn''t forget

those special people

for whom it cares,

though daily struggle of life

puts us a bit apart,

u r remembrd always

by this HEART.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Love Sometimes Denied

Sometimes Lost

Sometimes Unrecognized

But

In The End

Always Found Wid No Regrets

Forever Valued And Kept Treasured . . .