Live for the person

Live for the person
Live for the person who''s ready to die for u;
Smile for the person who cries for u;

Fight for the person who protects u and luv the person who luvs u more than u!
  

Jun, 12 2010     167 chars (2 sms)     2711 views       Love

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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.
If Bird Fell In Love With A Fish , Where Would They Live ?

Who Keeps The Fin , Who Loses Its Wings

That''s An Irony ... But That Is How Cruel

Yet Poetic Love Can be
Love means

To commit oneself widout warantee
To give oneself completely inthe hope that our love will produce love inthe loved person
Love Is When You Take Away
The Feeling,

The Passion, And The Romance

In A Relationship And Find Out

That You Still Care For That Person.
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....
There’s a warmth in my heart It haunts me when you’re gone
Mend me to your side and never let go
Say Time knows nothing,
we’ll never grow cold
The more I live The more I know
Whats simple is true I love you
Nigaho me or koi dosti ke kabil na raha,is kinare ka or koi sahil na raha.Chand jaisa dost mila hume zamin par, aasma ka chand bhi ab deedar k kabil nahi
raha.
Luv is when thoughts of but one person fill ur heart, when he means more than life to u & u know u wud never be the same if he''s taken from u.
Be Rehmi Se He Sahi Magar Kuch Bola To Karo.



Chup Rehte Ho To Nafrat Ka Gumaan Hota Hai.....!!!!!

I feel moon light on my skin,
I hear birds sing in my mind,
I speak words from my heart,
What else I could do,
Love made me deaf, dumb and blind . . .
When I have you i Have Everything..:)
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.