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.
What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest,
your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo.
It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. . .
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
ISHQ KARNAY K B KUCH AADAAB HOTAY HEIN.. JAGTI ANKHOON MAY B KUCH KHAWAB HOTAY HEIN.. HAR KOI ROO DAY YA ZARORI TU NAI.. KHUSHK ANKHOON MAY B SAYLAB HOTAY HEIN rizzy
Wo mere liye kuch khaas hai yaaro''
jinke laut aane ki na koi aas hai Yaaro''
wo najro se door hai to kya huwa..
Banke dil ki dhadkn mere paas to hai yaaro''
