A REFLECTION OF OUR

A REFLECTION OF OUR
A REFLECTION OF OUR LUV.. ..

itz d perfect tym for both of ud 2 b 2gether wid each other for hourz n hourz.. quitly celebrating d tym we have spent in d shelter of luv care n affection n hand in hand strengthning our bond forver n ever.. ..
  

Jun, 12 2010     244 chars (2 sms)     2206 views       Love

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Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don''t become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones.
Can''t Say How I feel, Can''t tell If My Heart Would Heal,
But I Always Knew From The Start I never Really Had your heart.
So Leave me, Now before I Cry.The pain Is Too Much to Say Goodbye,
but Always Remember Each Tear I Shed is an I love You Left Unsaid..
“If You Have To Think About

Whether You Love Someone

Or Not Then The Answer Is No.

When You Love

Someone You Just Know.”
Its wonderful to wake up day after day adn to stretch out my hand and find that you r not a dream and that u r always there for me. . . LOVE YOU
LovE is Not HoW LonG U''ve BeeN 2gEthEr;
nOt HoW MucH U''ve GIvEn oR RecEivE;
Not hOw MaNy TimEs U''ve HeLpEd EaCh OthEr
--- Its HoW U VALUE EaCh OtHEr...
!!..LOVE..!!
L:- Love With All The Herat
o:- Overcome Probleams To Gother
v:- Value Evrething You Share
e:- Encourage Each Other
zindagi main bohat baar waqat asa ai ga
jb tum ko cahnay wala hi tum ko rulai ga
magar bhrosa rakhna uspar akelay main
who tum say kahi ziyada aansu bahaye ga
Chaman ko sajayay bohat din huay,
Tumhain pass aayay bohat din huay.
Kisi din achanak chalay aao tum,
Hamain muskarayay bohat din huay.
log kehte hain wo mujse juda rehta hai
ban k dharkan jo mere dil me basa rehta hai
yun meri zat me shamil hai uski hasti
jistarha sary zamany me khuda rehta hai
A Kiss Upon The Hand
Of Someone You Truly
Love,
Is More Beautiful
And
More Valueable
Than
Any Diamond Or Gem
Could Ever Be .. (:
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.
~*~ Beauty Of L()\/E ~*~

A Middle Class Boy Asks
His High Class Girlfriend. . .
"If I Go Very Poor, Will You
...Expect Me...???"

Girl Hugs Him N Says:
I M Always With You...

Boy: If A Very Rich Boy Proposes
You ? ?

Girl Kissed The Boy
N Says:
"I M Sure That Would B You..." ? ?