Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires;
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
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.
Two person on Death Bed. Ek wo jise ap PYAR karte ho & ek wo jo
Apko PYAR karta ho, and U can save only ONE.Whom would u like to
save? (REPLY WITH REASON)reply
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away
And
All the things I want to say can find no voice.
Then,
In silence,
I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart . . .
