Loving is a feeling

Loving is a feeling
Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and
pain to my heart. Joy from being with you,
being filled with an emotion so deep and
tender that no other feeling can compare.
Pain from knowing that I''m so in love, that
I''m more vulnerable than I''ve ever
  

Jun, 12 2010     258 chars (2 sms)     3520 views       Love

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"Love is good in feeling, even if you are always being hurt. It is better to be hurt by love than not loving at all".
It Has Been Raining Since The Day She Left Me

Every Drop Reminded Me Of Things That Happened Btw Her N Me

As I Stand Alone I Want To Know Why

My Body Is Drenched But My Heart Is Still Dry ?????
MOHABBAT K SAARE RANG
RANGON K SAARE PHOOL
PHOOLON KI SAARI KHUSHBOO
KHUSHBOO K SAARE LAMHE
LAMHON KI SAARI CHAHAT
CHAHAT KI SAARI KHUSHIYAAN
AAP K LIYE.
Love is possible after friendship
but
friendship is not possible after love
because
medicines work before death
later nothing can be cured….!!!
Love is the only thing u can''t control, once it is in your heart & soul.
Love is strong yet delicate.
It can be broken.
To truly love is to understand this.
To be in love is to respect this.
Jab Aapka Naam Juban Par Aata Hai,
Pata Nahi Dil Kyo Muskurata Hai.
Tasalli Hoti Hai Mann Ko Koi To Hai Apna
Jo Haste Hue har waqt Yaad Aata Hai
Sajde dil ke tarane bahut hai zindigi jeene ke bahane bahut hai
aap sada muskurate rehna apki muskurahat ke deewane bahut hai
YE SARD RATEN BHI KIS QADAR ZALIM HAIN ADEEB
BAZAHIR SARD HOTI HAIN PAR IN ME DIL SULAGTA HY
Dont shut luv out ov ur lyf by saying it is impossible 2 find...
The quickest way 2 gt lov iz 2 give luv....
The fastest way to loose is to hold it tooo tightly....
taa-umr

yu hi hum jehmat uthate hain
chand akshar gungunate hain
ve batate hain raah duniya ko
apni galiyon ko bhul jaate hain
lete parwaaz ab nahi naayir
sirf parr apne fadfadate hain
paanv apne hi uth nahi paate
vo humhe har lamha bulate hain
aap kehte hain likha kya humne
aur hum hain ki muskurate hain
jinko dariya dubo nahi paaya
ek chullu bhar mein dhoob jaate hain
uske hothon ki maye kabhi pi thi
umr guzri hai ladkhadate hain
ek tasveer ka sahara le
apni tanhayiaan bitate hain
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.