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LoVe''s SwEEtEr ThAn MoUnTaiN DeW

A pRoMiSe I mAdE and'' WiLL kEEp

2 LoVe YOU aLwAys.
  

Jun, 12 2010     140 chars (1 sms)     3336 views       Love

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Love Is

The Only Kind Of Fire

Which Is

Never Covered By

Insurance ...
Roses are waiting for hours,
need one touch of yours.
my life is like a rose,
need one love dose.
flowers grows with love & sunshine,
& i''ll live till you remain mine.
Love Comes to Those Who,
Still Hope Although They''ve ,
Been Disappointed,
To Those Who Still Believe,
Although They''ve Been Betrayed,
To Those Who Still Love Although,
They''ve Been Hurt Before !
Some times ur existence
gives hope to one person,

Your smile may be a pearl for someone,

Your presence might be the
desire of the 1 who loves U dearly.
My pillow.

Enveloping me in your soft folds of comfort.

Eyes closed, your gentle caress soothes my concerns
and carries my thoughts to a bed of pure contentment.

Completely satisfied, I lay in your sweet embrace,
longing to remain indefinitely.

This is love......
A Heart To Love,

And In That Heart,

Courage,

To Make Love Known.

~ William Shakespeare
The person who loves you a lot

will always do two things extremely for you.

1. Silently Caring and

2. Openly Hurting.

to make you Perfect.
TUM SE KABHI KUCH KEHNAY KI HIMMAT NA HUI.
TUM KO BHULANEY KI BHI KABHI KOSHISH NA HUI.
TUM SAY MOHABBAT THI, HAI AUR RAHEGII
HAMESHA,
PAR TUM SE IZHAAR KARNE KI KABHI ULFAT NA HUI.
KEHTEIN HAIN LOG KE PYAAR KO AANKHON SAY BHI BYAAN KIYA JAA SAKTA HAI,
PAR TUM KO KABHI MERI AANKHON MAIN DEKHNAY KI FURSAT NA HUI.
MERAY PYAAR KA MAZAAK BANA KAR IK HASEE MAIN TO URADIYA,
PAR MERAY AANSOON KO DEKHNAY KI KABHI JURRAT NA HUI.
zindagi ke har mod par sath tum mere rahna
door chahe tum raho par dil main sada rahna.
One Of D True & Nice Saying:-



"D Most Beautiful Clothes Dat A Woman Can Wear R D Arms Of D Manwho Luvs Her..."
Yeh dua hai tumhari zindagi sawar jaye,
Har nazar mein bas pyaar nazar aaye,
Tumhe jiski talash hai mere dost,
khuda kare wo khud tumari talash mein aaye
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.