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.
Wen i was a baby i was afraid to lose my mom,
Wen i was a kid i was afraid to lose my toy,
nw im older my fear grew bigger n im afraid
to lose som1 like u Baby Al..
kabhi Lafz bhool jaon
Kabhi baat bhool jaon
Tujhe is qadar chahon
Apni zaat bhool jaon
uth ker jo kabhi tere
paas se chal doon to
jaate huwe khud ko
tere paas bhool jaon
