Find a guy who call

Find a guy who call
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot...

who calls you back when you hang up on him...

who will stay awake just to watch you sleep...

wait for the guy who kisses your forehead...

who holds your hand in front of his friends...

this is Love ,true love will knock on your heart Anytime...
  

Jun, 12 2010     313 chars (2 sms)     3146 views       Love

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If The Moon Never Come Out

And

The Stars Did Not Shine

It Would Be One Lonely World ...

Just As Would The Heart & Soul Without Love ... (:
3 words made my heart beat faster,
3 words made my legs shake
3 words made my head spin,
3 words: I love you
"Hawaon"
K Hath
"Arman"
Bheja Hai
*
"NETWORK"
K Zariye Ek
"Paigham"
Bheja Hai
*
"Fursat"
Mile To
"Qabool"
kr Lena
*
"MAIN NE"
Muhabbaton se
Ap ko
"SALAM"
Bheja Hai.
Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark journey with us. Oh, be swift to love, make haste to be kind.... :->
Distance
Between
Two Hearts
Is Not
An
Obstacle
Rather
A
Gr8
Reminder
Of Just
How Strong
True Love
Can Be
Love Is When ...

You Don''t Wanna Go To Sleep

Coz

Reality Is Better Than A Dream ...
"Adjust,





or don''t fall in love".
Tumhain bakhshi hai dil per hukmarani or kia detey..?

Yehi thi bas hamari rajdhani or kia detey..?

Sitaron se kisi ki mang bharna ik fasana hai.

Tumharey name likh di zindagani or kia detey.

Wo mujh sey mangta tha umar ka ik dilnashin hisa.

Na detey us ko ham apni jawani or kia detey..?

Bichartey waqt us ko ik na ik tohfa to dena tha.

Hamare pas tha ankhoon may pani or kia detey..
Koi ankhon se baat ker leta hai,
koi ankhon me mulakat ker leta hai,
bada mushkil hota hai jawab dena
jab koi khamosh rehker saval ker leta hai...!!! :)
Love Is Feeling

When You Are About To

Feel A Feeling

You Have Never Felt Before ... :)
True Love Is When
Everything In the World Is Going Wrong,
All U Have To Do Is Look At That Special Persom
And
Suddenly
Everything In The World Is Right 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.