The rock is so high

The rock is so high
The rock is so high
The sea is so deep
I love u so much
That i cannot sleep
  

Jun, 12 2010     79 chars (1 sms)     1711 views       Love

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Love isn''t love until you give it away,

so give it wings and let it go,

if it''s meant to be it will fly right back to you!
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
Love Sometimes Denied

Sometimes Lost

Sometimes Unrecognized

But

In The End

Always Found Wid No Regrets

Forever Valued And Kept Treasured . . .
They Say Move On

N That Is What Exactly I Do
I Start Remembering Of Your Caring Hug
Of Your Gentle Kiss
Your Lovely Style Of Talking
Moving On To Every Word
That Reminds Me Of You
The Very You
N Then I Find I Have Moved On To A New Day
I Find Another Chance To Love You,In My Own Way
Jaanta hu ke bewafa hain who,
Fir bhi dil ke haatho fareb khata hu.
Roz kehta hu ki bhool jaaunga usko,
Roz isi baat ko bhool jaata hu.
"I trust u" is a better compliment than "i love u".bcoz u
may not always trust the person u love but u can always love
the person u trust..
AJ TU BESABAB UDASS HAI JII
ISHQ HOTA TU KOI BAAT B THI

JALTA PHIRTA HOON DOPHARON MAI
JANE KIA CHEEZ KHO GAYE MERI

CHUPTA PHIRTA HAI ISHQ DUNYA SE
PEHLTI JA RAHI HAI RUSWAII

AAJ TU WO B KUCH KHAMOSH SA THA
MAI NE B IS SE KOI BAAT NA KI

AIK DUM IS KE HONT CHOOM LIE
YE MUJHE BETHE BETHE KIA SOOJHI

AIK DUM ISKA HATH CHORADIA
JANE KIA BAAT DARMIYAN AYEE

TU JO ITNA UDAAS HAI LATIF
TUJHE KIA HOGAYA BATA TU SAHI
i accept
i believe
i admit
i m " 0 " zero
but this is not end. i want HER becoz without HER i m incomplete.
HER 0 = HERO

So quick arange "HER" 4 me
I Love You


These Three Simple Easy Words Hold My Life..
Kitni masoom khawahish ha us deewani larrki ki,
Chahti hai k mohabat b kry aurr khush b rahy.
Love Is

The Only Kind Of Fire

Which Is

Never Covered By

Insurance ...
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.