if i could stop time i

if i could stop time i
if i could stop time i would stop it
every time you looked at me, smiled at me,
waved at me, or hugged me,
just so the moment could last a little longer.
  

Jun, 12 2010     157 chars (1 sms)     3496 views       Love

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When U Love SomeOne, Its SomeThing. . .

When SomeOne Love U, It''s Another Thing

When U Love The Person Who Loves U Back, It''s EveryThing . . . :)
Zindge youn the ke jenee ka bahana tu tha
Hum tu faqat zaib-e-hikayat the, afsana tu tha
Jese Jese chaha tere hijran main wo log
Atee jatee musam the zamana tu tha
Dost dost ke hatoon main kamanee theen farhan
Sabhi dekh ke such rahee the, nishana tu tha.
If i had the letters “HRT” I could’ve add “EA” to get “HEART” or “U” to get “HURT”. I would rather add “U” and get “HURT” than have a “HEART” without “U”.
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or don''t fall in love".
I wish i was one of your tear,
I would star in your eyes,
Live on your cheeks,
Die on your lips,
But if you were one of my tear,
I would never cry for the fear of losing you.....
Bee Love Honey
People Love Money
Flower Love Dew
But I LOVE YOU HONEY

The power of a glance... It is in this way that love begins, and in this way only... Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.
Once U Have Been Loved, U Will Always Love.

For Whats in Ur Mind May Escape, But Whats In Ur Heart Will Remain Forever.

THERE IS NO INSTINCT LIKE THAT OF THE HEART.
The Tears I Wish

To Wipe Away,

Will Run Unchecked

For Another Day.


Alas,


That Is The Price I Pay.
Pyar kiya to unki mohabat nazar ayi,
dard hua hume to palke unki bhar ayi.
Do dilo ki dhadkan me ek bat nazar ayi,
dil to unka dhadka par awaz is dil se ayi.
Can I say I love you today? If not, can I ask you again tomorrow? And the day after tomorrow? And the day after that? Coz I''ll be loving you every single day of my life.
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.