If I were to descirbe

If I were to descirbe
If I were to descirbe true love then i would descirbe it as what a snow man did to a snow women,
hegave her warm hug & they both melted in each others arms...!
  

Jun, 12 2010     161 chars (2 sms)     3333 views       Love

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In Arithmetic of Love One Plus One Is Equal To EveryThing
And
Two Minus One Is Equal To NoThing....
If you truly love someone, then the only thing you want for them is to be happy....even if its not with you.
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.

~ William Shakespeare ~
Money And Love Aren''t The Same Thing . . .

The More You Spend The Money, The Less You Have

The More You Spend Love, The More You Get In Return
In L () \/ E

I am Amazed

How One Person

Can Trigger

A Million Thoughts

In Your Head . . . ? [=
Chaman ko sajayay bohat din huay,
Tumhain pass aayay bohat din huay.
Kisi din achanak chalay aao tum,
Hamain muskarayay bohat din huay.
Roses are waiting for hours,
need one touch of yours.
my life is like a rose,
need one love dose.
flowers grows with love & sunshine,
& i''ll live till you remain mine.
!!..LOVE..!!
L:- Love With All The Herat
o:- Overcome Probleams To Gother
v:- Value Evrething You Share
e:- Encourage Each Other
I wud give up happines 2 never see u sad,
I wud give up eternity 2 b wid u always,
I wud give up my life so dat urs wud b new,
I''d give up evrythng, except u.
MOHABBAT aankh main palta wo pur-israr jazba
Jise ab tak koi nai samajh paya
Na iski koi surat hai
Na iska koi paimana
Dhake alafz main iska bohat izhar hota hai
Kuch aise hi k jaise ab
"Tah-e-dil"se hum dono iqrar karte hain
Magar phir bhi na jane kyun
Tmhen zid hai k men kehdun
Mujhe zid hai k tm kehdo
Mujhe tum se MOHABBAT hai
Kaho mujh se MOHABBAT hai......
Hont keh nahi sakte ye fasana dil ka,

Shayad nazron se dil ki baat hojaye,

Kis umeed se karte hain hum intzaar raat ka,

K shayad sapno mein aap se mulaqaat hojaye.
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.