True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
My soul is on fire, peace is no way near, my heart is broken and restless, my eyes all red with tears,
my body acheing with pain, sleep turned into nightmare, i think this is the end for me or s it the starting of love. . . ? ? ?
Sath dil k chaly dil ko Nahin Roka ham ny Jo na apna ta usy toot k chaha ham ny aik dhoky main Kati umar hamari sari Kia bataon k kis ko paya kis ko koya ham ne
