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.
Ive got ur bak & uve got mine.
ill help u out netime.
2 see u hurt 2 see u cry.
makes me weep & wanna die.
ill b right here til d end.
cos ur my love & my bestfriend
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
Zindagi ki raah mein aage chalte jana har pal,
Mur ke na dekh beete hue pal
Jo nahin tha tera tujhe nahin mila,
Jo milgaya uske sath guzaar apna har pal
