Dont shut luv out ov ur lyf by saying it is impossible 2 find...
The quickest way 2 gt lov iz 2 give luv....
The fastest way to loose is to hold it tooo tightly....
Till I Die Or Till She Understand
Dat Something Is Wrong
Which Makes Us Feel Sad
Dats The Day Wen I Can Say Happily Dat
Nothings Wrong
Its You And Me Once More
It is as presious as dimond It leads to a pleasure way where You cann't measure de time........... Don't get it out of hands if successed to get it..... It's love
If i die 2nite i go with no regrets,
if its in ur arms den i know i was blessed,
but if ur eyes r d last thing i see,
den i know d beauty of heaven holds 4 me
ISHQ AUR DOSTI MERI ZINDAGI KA UNWAN HAY
ISHQ MERI ZINDAGI DOSTI MERA EMAN HAY
ISHQ PAY KAR DON MEIN APNI SARI ZINDAGI
PAR DOSTI PAY MERA ISHQ B QURBAN HAY
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.
What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
