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.
Together You and I
Can Reach Stars In The Sky. . .
Together You and I
Can Touch Rainbows If V Try. . .
Together You and I
Can Make The Moon Smile. . .
Together You and I
Make Heaven Seem Like A Mile. . .
Together You and I
Can Make The Rain Fall. . .
Because Our Love Is Special
And Together We Have It All . . .
Har sham se tera izhaar kiya karte hai,
Har khwab me tera didar kiya karte hai,
Diwane hi to hai hum tere,
Jo har waqt tere milne ka intzaar kiya karte ha
Try to love someone who you want to hate, because they are just like you, somewhere inside, in a way you may never expect, in a way that resounds so deeply within you that you cannot believe it.
Unhone Apna Kabhi Banaaya Hi Nahin
Jootha Hi Sahi Pyar Dikhaaya Hi Nahin
Galtiyaan Apni Hum Maan Bhi Jaate
Par Kya Kare Kasoor Hamara Hamein Bataaya Hi Nahin
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.
