Every Time I Thin

Every Time I Thin
Every Time I Think Of You, I''m sad ...

Every Time I Hear Your Name, I''m Mad ...

But

Every Time I Think Of How You Make Me Feel, I''m Glad ... =)
  

Jun, 12 2010     156 chars (1 sms)     3625 views       Love

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My biggest reward is to see you smile, know you are happy, and feel you are loved. I know life is sometimes cruel, but that''s why I''m here, to show you that life can be good when somebody cares.
Find arms that'll hold you at your
weakest;
Eyes that will see you at your ugliest;
Heart that will love you at your worst.
And if you have found it, you've found
true love!
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away;
and all the things I want to say can find no
voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my
eyes will speak my heart.
I duN wAnt a relationship iN which people say "how they r cute"
But
I want a relationshp in which people say "how they look happy wdh each other" ?
Ajnabi duniya me Akela khwab hu mei!
Sawalo se ghira ek jawab hu mei!
Jo na samajh sake Unke lie KOUN?
Jo samajhe Unke lie ek kitaab hu mei
Saying "I Luv U"
Is A Major Decision
In 1''s Lyf
These Wrds Shud
B Kept In Ur Heart
Until U r Ready 2
Commit, 2 Fite For
Tht Feeling & 2 Stand By
These Wrds 4ever ... (:
\_/)
(=.=)
(")(")
a sweet little rabbit, just like you, because I love you!! kisses...
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
Forever is not a word rather a place where two lovers go when true love takes them there.
tum ko bhul jain bhi tu kaise.
tum ko satain bhi tu kaise.
tum tu wo khushbo ho jo meri sanson main basti hai.
khud ki sansoon ko tarpain bhi tu kaise.
Love And Death Are 2 Un-Invited Guests
When Will They Come
Nobody Knows
But Both Have Similar Effects
One Takes The Heart
&
Other Takes Its Beats
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.