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....
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires;
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
Teri baaten hi sunane aaye
Dost bhi dil hi dukhane aaye
Phool khilte hai to hum sochte hai
Tere aane ke zamane aaye
Ab to rone se bhi dil dukhta hai
Shayad ab hosh thikane aaye
