Love is a symbol

Love is a symbol
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
  

Jun, 12 2010     123 chars (1 sms)     4080 views       Love

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The way u look into my eyes, it scares me,
The way u say I Luv U, it scares me,
The way u know just what to say, it scares me,
The ways u scare me I luv it.
~ Ultimate Truth ~

Love Is What ...
Can Be Felt Not Tod

It Can Be Given
Not Sold

It Comes When
You Least Expect It

&

Leaves You When
You Most Need It ...
Basti mein hai wo sannata k jangal maat lagy..
Shaam dhaly bhi ghar pohanchon to aadhi raat lagy..
Khat mein dil ki batein likhna achi baat nahi,
Ghar mein itnay log hein jaany kis k haath lagy…
Un sy bichray dil ko ujray barson beet gaye,
Aankhon ka ye hal abhi tak kal ki baat lagy…
Mutthi band kiye baitha hon k koi daikh naa ly,
K chaand pakarny ghar sy nikla “jugnoo” haath lagy
November ki ik sard sham main.
Tum nay hamaray hath tham kar hamari ankhoon main jhankhtay hoy kha tha.
k jab purwa ki thandi hawain chalain gi.
kali ghatain laharah kar ain gi.
Sawan TOOT kar barsay ga*TU*Asay main achanak Chupakay SAY MAIN Ajao GA.
*JANA* SADIOON SAY HAMAIN US SAWAN KA INTZAR HAY*
zindagi ke har mod par sath tum mere rahna
door chahe tum raho par dil main sada rahna.
Lamha Lamha Sanse Khatm Ho Rahi Hai, Jindagi Maut Ke Pahluo Me So Rahi Hai,
Us Bewafa Se Mat Pucho Meri Maut Ki Wajah. Wo To Bus Jamane Ko Dikhane Ke Liye
Ro Rahi Hai
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Koi hai jo dua karta hai,

Apno mein humein bhi ginaa karta hai,

Khushnaseeb samajhte hain hum khud ko,

Koi door se bhi humein yaad kiya karta hai...
True Test Of Love Is Not How Much U Love Some1,
ButIt''s How Long Can U Preserve It In Ur Heart . . .

If U Find New Subtitude 4 Some1 In Ur Heart, It Means,
U Never Loved That Person Frm Ur Heart . . .
Two hearts intertwined...
Different views...
Different dreams...
Different needs...
Different wants...

Bound by a fragile string called LOVE...
Union as willed by GOD...
My pillow.

Enveloping me in your soft folds of comfort.

Eyes closed, your gentle caress soothes my concerns
and carries my thoughts to a bed of pure contentment.

Completely satisfied, I lay in your sweet embrace,
longing to remain indefinitely.

This is love......
I''m Trying Really Hard Not To Cry Over You Because


Every Tear Is Just One More Reminder That I Don''t Know How To Let You Go.