When My Father

When My Father
When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
  

Jun, 12 2010     216 chars (2 sms)     3005 views       Love

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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!
I Will Work Hard To Get You Back.
I Will Be The Best Person For You.
I Will Beat The Problems In My Life.
I Will Wait For You And Trust You That You Will Come Back.
It Has Been Raining Since The Day She Left Me

Every Drop Reminded Me Of Things That Happened Btw Her N Me

As I Stand Alone I Want To Know Why

My Body Is Drenched But My Heart Is Still Dry ?????
Together You and I
Can Reach Stars In The Sky. . .
Together You and I
Can Touch Rainbows If V Try. . .
Together You and I
Can Make The Moon Smile. . .
Together You and I
Make Heaven Seem Like A Mile. . .
Together You and I
Can Make The Rain Fall. . .
Because Our Love Is Special
And Together We Have It All . .
hame bhoolne ki koshish mat karna
ham tere dil ka dard ban jayege
karoge aakhri saas tak yaad
hum tumhe itna bebas kar jayege
Wonderful Quote:

"Love is the Seventh sense,
Which Destroys all the Six Senses"
LovE is Not HoW LonG U''ve BeeN 2gEthEr;
nOt HoW MucH U''ve GIvEn oR RecEivE;
Not hOw MaNy TimEs U''ve HeLpEd EaCh OthEr
--- Its HoW U VALUE EaCh OtHEr...
Once U Have Been Loved, U Will Always Love.

For Whats in Ur Mind May Escape, But Whats In Ur Heart Will Remain Forever.

THERE IS NO INSTINCT LIKE THAT OF THE HEART.
Yeh Ansoo

Hanste hue, aankhon main kyun aa jaate hain ye aansoo
Yun khushi ko adhoora sa bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Dard itna hai saha, khaali ho gaya samandar ashkon ka
Jaane kahan se aankhon main bhar jaate hain ye aansoo,
Khush hoon main, koi shikwa zamane se na taqdeer se
Meri iss baat ko jhoota kyun bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Shayad khabar hai in ko bhi kis qadar tanha hoon main
Tanhaayi main mera saath nibha jaate hain ye aansoo.... !!
Us k saath rehte rehte chahat si ho gai
Us se baat karte karte humain aadat si ho gai,
Aik pal na mile to becheni si lagti hai,
Dosti nibhate nibhate usay MOHABBAT si ho gai . . .
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Love Never Dies A Natural Death.

It Dies Because We Don''t Know How To Replenish Its Source.

It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals.

It Dies Of Illness And Wounds;

It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.