I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul
I miss the way you call my name
Along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
And how you tell me you do
I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
And I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
Leaves may from green to gold
and the sky from blue to grey.
The time keeps changing too
from autumn, spring to winter.
People keep changing too,
but one thing
will never change
is the love
I have for you
Accidents do happen.
i slip- i trip- i stumble-
i fall & usually i dont
care at all.but now i dont
know what to do coz
i slipped and fell in love with u…..
Or hon gay woh log jo mahabbat ko bhula detey hain,
hum tou ab bhi tujh hi k pass rah rah ker sada detey hain.
barri mushkil se mila kerte hain dost lakin phir bhi,
janey ahbab ko kiyou log bhula detey hain.
The measure of love is when you love without measures.
In life there are very rare chances that you''ll meet
the person you love who loves you in return.
So once you have it don''t ever let go --
the chance might never come your way again.
"Pyar kya hai"
Pyar- wo ehsas hai jis k saharey zindagi guzara assan aur bamani ho jata hai.
Pyar- wo dard hai jo bardi sey bardi taleef ka b pata naheen lagne deta, chahey jism jal b jaye.
Pyar- wo ummeed hai jo saan tootney k baad b qayam rehti hai
