Love bears all things, Love believes all things, Love hopes all things, and most precious of all, Love endures all things. Come we love and make things happy.... :->
Beymaainay hotay hain woh lamhay jub tum paas nahi hotay
Lagtaa hai mujhay aisay ke zindagi tehr gayee ho jaisay
Aasman bhi beyrounuq sa lagtaa hai mujhay ke
Kisi nay chand taaron ki roshni chura lee ho jaisay
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
