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)     3999 views       Love

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Kanch ko chahat thi pathar paane ki,
ek pal me fir toot kar bikher jaane ki.
Chahat bas itni thi us diwane ki,
Apne hazaar tukdo me uski hazaar Tasveer sajane ki.
I wIlL LoVe AlL mY lIfE
anD
wHeN i DiE
I WiLl sTiLl LovE yOu
tHrOuGh
EteRnItY aNd bEyOnD ...
Life spent with someone for a lifetime may be meaningless,
But a few moments spent with someone who really loves U,
Means more than a life itself!
A Ball is
Escaped From a Bat.
A Rat is
Escaped From a
Cat
But
U
Donot
Escape
From my
"Heart".
Because
U
R
my
"HEART BEATS"
Love Message Of The Day:
Our Heart Is The Best Hypocrite In The World..!

We Think It Beats For Us Inside But It Beats For Someone Else Who Is Inside It..!
Most Relationships fail not because of the absence of love..
Love is always present..
Its just that, One loves too much,
and The other loves too many,
Pyaar kamjor dil se kiya nahi ja sakta,
Zeher Dushman se liya nahi ja sakta,
Dil mein basi hai ulfat jis pyar ki
us ke bina jiya nahi ja sakta.

Saath rehte rehte yuhin waqt guzar jayega
Door hone ke baad kaun kise yaad aayega
Jee lo ye pal jab humsath hai
kal ka kya pata, waqt kahan le jayega
Love is strong yet delicate.
It can be broken.
To truly love is to understand this.
To be in love is to respect this.
Arz kia hai Ishq karne Se pehle Is ka anjam dekh lo agar Phir b samajh na ae tu film Tere Naam dekh lo
As i lay 2 rest ma head,
i"d say a prayer 2 end e day.
N if i die b4 i wake,4give me
4 ma sins or wad eva tat hurt u in anyway!
The Day Was The Last

The Day Was Gone

The Day Was Sad

The Day Made Me Mad

Cuz You Left My Heart
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.