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
"Hawaon" K Hath "Arman" Bheja Hai * "NETWORK" K Zariye Ek "Paigham" Bheja Hai * "Fursat" Mile To "Qabool" kr Lena * "MAIN NE" Muhabbaton se Ap ko "SALAM" Bheja Hai.
Leaves may from green to gold
and the sky from blue to grey.
The time keeps changing too
from autumn, spring to winter.
People keep changing too,
but one thing
will never change
is the love
I have for you
How do you spell love?... when you reach the point where the happiness, security, and development of another person is as much of a driving force to you as your own happiness, security, and development, then you have a mature love. True love is spelled G-I-V-E. It is not based on what you can get, but rooted in what you can give to the other person.
"To be in love is merely to be In a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god Or an ordinary young woman for a goddess."
Shaam bhi udas hogi raat bhi udas hogi,Kafan me lipti meri laash hogi...
Ae dafna ke janewalon unse keh do,Qabar me bhi unki tasvir mere saath
hogi....
