i wish...
to put ...
a song ...
in my heart ...
a song ...
of gratitude ...
and love ....
for you ....
for all that ....
you have done for...
and given to me....
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.
Yaad karne ke liye koi cheez chaiye,
Aap nahi to aapki tasvir chaiye.
Par tasvir aapki hamara dil behla na sakegi,
Kyonki yeh aapki tarah muskura na sakegi
With every cut i make another feet i dig down deep,
bury me there with all the tears i weep.
fill it with my sorrows & all the blood i''ve shed..
Go on hurt me,kill me..let death be my eternal bed !!
In all the years
we''ve been together,
loving one another,
I vow from my heart
that there has never
been another.
On the very day we met,
I gave my heart to you,
and I promise that
as long as I live,
I will love you!
Love is everything it‘s cracked up to be. That‘s why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don‘t risk everything, you risk even more.
