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
Loving, knowing that you are going to get hurt is like living knowing that you are going to die. But not loving so you don''t get hurt is like killing yourself before you die.
"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.
