Like the stars in the sky
I am calling to you.
From the heavens above
I am looking for you.
In the depths of my soul
I will live and breathe for you.
Sadness dwells inside you
You have nothing to fear
for I am next to you.
I can feel your sadness
Let me be sad for you
so you will feel love once again.
Worry not about life
let me worry for you.
You should always love life
for it is a part of you.
I''ll be there when you fall
to catch you and say I Love You...
Dekho meri aankho me khwab kiske hai.Dekho mere dil me toofan kiske
hai.Tum kehte ho mere dil ke raste se koi nahi gujra,To fir ye pairo
ke nishan kiske hai
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
I loved her from my heart,
She touched my soul n shake my heart,
I found her mine, but that wasn’t true,
I cried all night but she never dew,
Was it wrong to express my love?
Was it the same reason she left?
"The best thing about loving and being hurt is that you get to know what true love really is. For as gold is tested in fire, and so will love be perfected in pain."
Two person on Death Bed. Ek wo jise ap PYAR karte ho & ek wo jo
Apko PYAR karta ho, and U can save only ONE.Whom would u like to
save? (REPLY WITH REASON)reply
Love Is As Much Of An Object As An Obsession. . EveryBody Wants It. . . EveryBody Seeks It. . .
But A Few Ever Achieve It. . . Those Who Do, Will Cherish It. . .
Be Lost In It And MAmong All . . . Willl Never Never Never Forget It . . .
"I''ll give you the moon at night
I''ll give you star that lights your eyes
I''ll give you the sun that made just one more dawn
So another day may come
I''ll give you my heart and soul
I''ll be there to catch you when you fall
When you ask me what I give to you
Girl I''ll give it all"
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. . . ? ? ?
