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
Love Is As Much Of An Object As An Obsession. . EveryBody Wants It. . . EveryBody Seeks It. . .
But A Few Ever Achieve It. . . Those Who Do, Will Cherish It. . .
Be Lost In It And MAmong All . . . Willl Never Never Never Forget It . . .
Passion'' a word which involves so many feelings; I feel it when we touch, I feel it when we kiss, I feel it when I look at you. For you are my passion, my one true love
Dil ki Awaz se nagme badal Jate hai, sath na De to apne Badal Jate hai, palke
bhi jara sambhal ke jhapkna kyoki Palke Jhapkne se Aksar sapne Badal Jate hai.
WO mujhay choor gya hay y baat tu sach hay magar baat hay ruswai ki WO jhan khain bhi gya loat kay meray hi pas aya ik yahi baat achhai hay meray harjai ki
