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.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
Unhone Apna Kabhi Banaaya Hi Nahin
Jootha Hi Sahi Pyar Dikhaaya Hi Nahin
Galtiyaan Apni Hum Maan Bhi Jaate
Par Kya Kare Kasoor Hamara Hamein Bataaya Hi Nahin
How can you tell the sun not to shine, when clouds exist. How can you ask leaves not to fall when wind exists. How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist.
