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.
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.
Ishq kar deta hai bekrar, bhar deta hai pathar k dil mein pyaar, har 1
ko nahi milti zindagi ki ye bahar, kyunki ishq ka dusra naam hai
intezar.........
