I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul
I miss the way you call my name
Along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
And how you tell me you do
I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
And I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice.... but for those who love.... TIME is ETERNITY
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
ISHQ DARYA HY JIS KA SAHIL NAHI HOTA<<<<<<<<<
HER DIL MOHABBAT K KABIL NAHI HOTA<<<<<<<<<<<<
ROTA WO B HY JO DUBA ISHQ MAI<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
AUR ROTA WO B JISE ISHQ HASIL NAHI HOTA>>>>>>>>
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
