We Love Ourself even

We Love Ourself even
We Love
Ourself even
after doing
many misTaKeS,
Then How
can we hate
other 4 their
only one MisTakE,
So think. . . .
b4
U hate Someone.,.,!
LOVE ALL..
  

Jun, 12 2010     161 chars (2 sms)     3113 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

Love Means 2 SEe SumOne With Closed Eyes, 2 Miss SumOne In Crowd, 2 Find SumOne In Every Thought, 2 Live For SumOne, Love SumOne But 2 B Sure Dat SumOne Is Only One.... ;->
I love u more than any thing in this universe,
I love u more than my soul.
I m nt interested in ur beauty
bt
I love ur thoughts, ur nature, the moments when r along wd me.
I love ur smile, the thing I care most.
The words which I m going to say are not imaginary,


"Be mine Janu"
Chalo tum sath mat dena,

Mujhe beshak bhula dena,

Naye sapne saja lena,

Naye rishtay bana lena,

Bhula dena sabhi waday,

Sabhi “qasmain”

Sabhi Natay,

Tumhain jana!

ijazat ha,

Jo diL chahe

Woh sab KaRNa,



Magar ab tum

kisi se bhi.



aadhora pyar mat

KaRNa.;
Love Is That Ocean
In Which If You Drown,
You Won''t Call For Help
Because
It''s The Suicide
That
You Have Committed
To Begin Another
Beautiful Life ... (:
Love knows no reasons,
love knows no lies.
Love defies all reasons,
Love has no eyes.
But love is not blind,
Love sees but doesn''t mind.
Maintain

silence 4

2minutes

in memory

of those poor mosquitoes

who died

last nite

aftr drinking

ur blood,

they had

a heavy

diabetes

coz

u r

so SWEET!!!
Rangat teri zulfo ki ghatao ne churai
Khusboo tere anchal se hawao ne udai
Paimane ka dil na tut jaye to kahu main
Hai cheez gazab ki jo nigaho ne pilai
Sweet are the words of Love

sweeter his thoughts

Sweetest of all what

Love nor says nor thinks. .
I knew I loved you when I realized that there was no one else I would rather laugh, cry and make memories with. Luv U!
True Love Is The Gift To Treasure Forever
Given By God Widout Pric Tag Or Measure
True Love Is The Gift We All Possess
It’s The Key To The Heart And The
Soul’s Hapiness
True sadness is when you love someone,
and you know that they love you back,
and then one of you leaves and the other feels as
if they will never be whole again.
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.