Your heart is my

Your heart is my
Your heart

is my

school,

so

teach me

the alphabet

of love
  

Jun, 12 2010     76 chars (1 sms)     2447 views       Love

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while i am not alyz gud abt saying "i luv u"
i hope u knw i do.. ...
and everyday,
dat we share makes me
luk forward to
whole lyf of luving u... ..!!
''''FaCt Of LiFe''''
When u StaRt CarRiNg AbOuT YOURSELF
You StaRt LoViNg SOMEBODY . . .
BuT
WhEn YoU StArT CaRiNg AbOuT OTHERS
SOMEBODY StArTs LoViNg U . . .
Haqiqat Jan Kar Aise Hamaqat Kon Karta Hy,
Bhala Be Faiz Logon Se Mohabat Kon Karta Hy,
Batao Jis Tijarat Men Khasara He Khasara Ho
Bina Sochey Khasarey Ki Tijarat Kon Karta Hy,
Hamen He Ghalt Fehmi Thi Kisi K Wastey Warna,
Zamaney K Rewajon Se Baghawat Kon Karta Hy,
Khuda Ne Sabr Karne Ki Mujhey Taufeeq Bakhshi Hy,
Array G Bhar K Tarpao Shikayt Kon Karta Hy,
Kisi K Dil K Zakhmon Par Marhm Rakhna Zaruri Hy,
Magr Is Dor Me MOHSIN Ye Zehmat Kon Krta Hy
Love Is Not Love Untill You Give It Away

So Give It Wings & Let It Go

If It’s Meant To be, It’ll Fly Right Back To You . . .
Jab Aapka Naam Zaban Par Aata Hai,
Pata Nahi Dil Kyo Muskurata Hai.

Tasalli Hoti Hai Mann Ko Koi To Hai Apna
Jo Haste Hue har waqt Yaad Aata Hai

Written By Piprani
Each Day ...

"I Love You More"

"Today"
More Than
"Yesterday"

And

Less Than
"Tomorrow" ... :)
More often we fall in love

with a person we can never have

& Sometimes the one we truly love

remains either a friend or a stranger
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Love Is That Ocean
In Which If You Drown,
You Won''t Call For Help
Because
It''s The Suicide
That
You Have Committed
To Begin Another
Beautiful Life ... (:
No one is too young for love, because love doesn''t come from your mind, which knows your age, but from your heart, which knows no age
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.
You Have Gotta Win A Little
Lose A Little
And Alwayz Have The Blues
Just A Little
That''s The Story
That''s The Glory Of Love . . .