Any Man Can Love

Any Man Can Love
Any Man Can Love

A Million Girls

But Only A REAL MAN

Can Love One

Girl In A Million Ways..
  

Jun, 12 2010     103 chars (1 sms)     2866 views       Love

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You Can Live Without

The Person Who Sayz

"You Are Mine"

But

You Can NEVER Live

Without Someone

Who Sayz

"I Am Yours"
Woh chalte chalte itne door chale gaye,
Hamein rokna bhi na aaya.
Hamne unka naam liya phir bhi,
Shayad unhein sunna na aaya.
Words cant express,
what I feel for you.
I cant explain why
the sky is blue.
But I know
my heart is true
when I say:
I am lucky to have a lover like you
Love you my angel..!!
MOHABBAT K SAARE RANG
RANGON K SAARE PHOOL
PHOOLON KI SAARI KHUSHBOO
KHUSHBOO K SAARE LAMHE
LAMHON KI SAARI CHAHAT
CHAHAT KI SAARI KHUSHIYAAN
AAP K LIYE.
Im selfish, impatient and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle.
But if you cant handle me at my worst,
then you sure as hell dont deserve me at my best.
Loving you could take my life, but when I look into your eyes, I know you''re worth that sacrafice!
The Greatest Mistake In Love Is Trying To Possess It
It’ll Spill Out OF Hand Just Like Water
Love Will Retrive From You If You Demand, If You Expect
Love Is Meant To Be Free, You Cannot Change Its Nature
If There Are People You Love, Allow Then To Be Free Beings.
Give, But Don’t Expect.
Advice, But Don’t Order
Ask, Never Demand . . .
Sweet are the words of Love

sweeter his thoughts

Sweetest of all what

Love nor says nor thinks. .
When time comes for u to give ur heart to someone,
make sure u select someone who will never break ur heart,
cuz broken hearts has never spare parts
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...
Life''s pearl:- Ven u start caring abt urself, u start loving smbody, But when u start caring about others, Somebody will start loving u..
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.