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.
True sadness is when you love someone,
and you know that they love you back,
and then one of you leaves and the other feels as
if they will never be whole again.
To describe love is very difficult, mysteriuos & complex, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. u''ve to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.
Kahin wo mile to usay kehna K Lot aao Lot aao k koi shiddat se Barri muddat se Barri muhabat se tumhara intizar kar raha hai Lot aao k kisi ki bahare na hone se kisi ki aankhon mei nami or zindagi mei kami bohat zyada ha
