Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
aa jaye kisi din tu aisa bhe nahin lagta lekan woh tera wada jhoota bhe nahin lagta milta hy sakoon dil ko us yaar k koochay main har roz magar jana acha bhe nahin lagta dekha hy tujhy jab se bechain bhut hy dil kahny ko koi tujh se rishta bhe nhi lagta
Love is like a cloud... love is like a dream... love is 1 word and everything in between... love is a fairytale come true... Coz I found love when I found U