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.
Love Is As Much Of An Object As An Obsession
Everybody Wants It, Seeks It
But Few Ever Achieve It
Those Who Do Will Cherish It, Be Lost In It
And
Among All,
Never.... Never Forget It. . .
Masroof hai din raat usy wakat kahan hai wo muj sy kary bat usy wakat kahan hai betabi-e-dil ka usy andaza kahan hai samjy mery jazbat usy wakat kahan hai
