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.
Ik mullk ghoom k a rahey hain hum
Gaye the kiun abb pashta rahey hain hum
Muhabat kya yeh hay k koi jo door jae
pir bhool janey main koi kasar chor jae na hu
Hold your loved ones close today.
Whisper in their ear.
Tell them that you love them
And that you''ll always hold them dear.
Take time to say "I''m sorry, please
forgive me"
"Thank you" or "it''s okay".
And if tomorrow never comes,
You''ll have no regrets about today
See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest,
your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo.
It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. . .
They don''t LUV dat
don''t show their LUV
d course of TRUE LUV
ever did run smooth
LUV is a familiar
LUV is a devil
Dere''s no DEVIL ANGEL
bt LUV ... =]
