Love Isn''t winning

Love Isn''t winning
Love
Isn''t winning someone but loosing
Urself to someone.
When U r LOVED by someone its not
due to the excellence of Ur
mind but due to the purity of Ur heart..
  

Jun, 12 2010     167 chars (2 sms)     3123 views       Love

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truly loves
A guy on a sinking ship was confused if he should save the girl who loved him or the one he loves after thinking he saved the one who loved him.. but went back to drown with the girl he truly loves.
kisi girte hue insaan ko uthane do mujhe
kisi lut ti hui izzat ko bachane do mujhe
geet gaaye hain bahut pyaar aur mohabbat ke
aaj insaaniyat ke geet hi gaane do mujhe
while i am not alyz gud abt saying "i luv u"
i hope u knw i do.. ...
and everyday,
dat we share makes me
luk forward to
whole lyf of luving u... ..!!
Sum1 Asked Me 2 Discribe U In 1 Sentence..
.
.
I Said-

"Individual That

Makes Place In

Others Heart

Widout Knocking It"
Love Is Magic

The More We Hide It

The More It Shows

The More You Suppress

The More It Grows ... :)
Love Is Like Rose Bud ...

With A Lot Of Caring And Time It Grows And Grows

It''s A Long Process

But

In The End

It''s Beautiful =)
Love Comes to Those Who,
Still Hope Although They''ve ,
Been Disappointed,
To Those Who Still Believe,
Although They''ve Been Betrayed,
To Those Who Still Love Although,
They''ve Been Hurt Before !
I Have Found
The Paradox

That

If You LOVE
Until
It Hurts ,

There Can Be
No More Hurts,

Only More
LOVE ... :)
I MISS YOU in every beats of heart,
In every blink of my eyes,
In every second of Time and...
In every moment of the Day !
eyes without tears,tears without love,love without a care,a care without a heart,a heart without beat,a beat without u,u without me.now how could that be possible?
Kbhi Agr Tm Dua Me Kisi Ko Mango,

Phr Wo Tm Ko Na Mile To,

Ye Jan Lo K Kahin Koi Or Tmhe Apne RUB Se Mang Rha Hy,

Or Uski Mhbt Mai Tm Se Zyada SHIDDAT Hai.
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.