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...!
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.
Dil chahta hai ke tujhe apna bana loon..
khud ko bhool jaon or tujh main samaloon..
ab lafzoon se ye dil behalta naheen...
dil chahta hai ke tujhe apney pas ley aaon or tujh apna bana loon Dil chahta hai ke tujhe apna bana loon..
khud ko bhool jaon or tujh main samaloon..
ab lafzoon se ye dil behalta naheen...
dil chahta hai ke tujhe apney pas ley aaon or tujh apna bana loon
Leaves may from green to gold
and the sky from blue to grey.
The time keeps changing too
from autumn, spring to winter.
People keep changing too,
but one thing
will never change
is the love
I have for you
