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)     4687 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

its been too long now...I dint know I was so stupid that I ll wait for some one for as long as forever......

we have been apart more than we have been together..!
Wo Aaine Ko B Hairat Me Daal Deta H
Kisi Kisi Ko Khuda Ye Kamal Deta H
Ajib Shaks Hai Rulata H Muje,
Fir
Ansu Ponchne K Liye Rumaal Deta Hy
eyes without tears,tears without love,love without a care,a care without a heart,a heart without beat,a beat without u,u without me.now how could that be possible?
A Man''s Love!
Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.
It Is Easy To Say How We Love New Friends,

And What We Think Of Them, But Words Can

Never Trace Out All The Fibers That Knit Us To The Old.
• Be close with someone who makes you happy but be more close with someone who can’t be happy without you. Feel the difference!
What Does LOVE Look Like. . .?

It Has The HANDSTo Help Other
It Has FEETTo Hasten To Poor & Needy
It Has EYESTo See Misery & want
It Has EARS To hear Thee Sights & Sorrows Of Men . . .

That''s What LOVE Look Like
If you have reasons for loving someone,
Then you are using your mind,
But if you love someone for no reason
Then you are using your heart,
And that is TRUE LOVE…
The shortest word for me is ''''I''''

The sweetest word for me is ''''LOVE''''

The only word for me is ''''YOU'''' . . .
Please remind me 2 remind U about reminding me to send U this reminder that reminds me of reminding U that U never have to remind me 2 remember U, I ALWAYS DO
More................
Love Never Dies A Natural Death.

It Dies Because We Don''t Know How To Replenish Its Source.

It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals.

It Dies Of Illness And Wounds;

It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.
This Is Love, Isn''t It?
When You Notice Someone''s Absence
And
Hate That Absence
More Than Anything?
More Even Than,
You Love His Presence... !