When You Have

When You Have
When You Have

Nothing Left But Love,

Then For The First Time

You Become Aware

That Love Is Enough.
  

Jun, 12 2010     111 chars (1 sms)     2961 views       Love

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Faith makes all things possible. Hope makes all things work. Love makes all things beautiful. I Love You my only love.
When U Need SomeOne To b Beside U And NoOne Is Arround Just Gaze Up In The Sky
U Mite Not SEE Me But Be Sure That We Are Under The Same Sky . . .
Who stole the stars & put them in your eyes?
Got a name or shall i call you mine?
Faasle mita kar aapas mein pyar rakhna,
pyar ka rishta yu hi barkaraar rakhana,
bichar jae kabhi aap se hum,
to ankho mein hamesha hamara intezaar rakhna..
Wo mere liye kuch khaas hai yaaro''
jinke laut aane ki na koi aas hai Yaaro''
wo najro se door hai to kya huwa..
Banke dil ki dhadkn mere paas to hai yaaro''
If "U" loVe someone, be sUre 2 teLl thEm eveRy daY;
becaUse oNe Day "U" migHt nOt bE abLe 2 telL thEm becAuse iT was toO laTe anD thEy arE no lonGer theRe..
A life filled with love must have some thorns,
but a life empty of love will never have roses.
Love Is 2 Souls
Intertwined In Such
A Way You Can''t Find
Their Meeting Place
Nor Can You Tear It
Apart It Is One
Embodiment Of
Pure
Pleasure & Pain ,
Joy & Sorrow ....
A loving relationship is one
in which the loved one is free to be himself
to laugh with me, but never at me;
to cry with me, but never because of me;
to love life, to love himself, to love being loved.
Such a relationship is based upon freedom
and
can never grow in a jealous heart.

~Author Unknown
There Are Only Four Questions Of Value In Life . . . ! ! !

1. What Is Sacred ?

2. Of What Is The Spirit Made Off ?

3. What Is Worth Living For ?

4. What Is Worth Dying For ?

The Answer To Each Is The Same . . .

Only LOVE
The Answer To Each Is The Same . . .

Only LOVE
Sometime we must build walls around our heart, not just to be safe from being hurt, but to find out who cares enough to break them down and enter your heart.
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.