Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
Apni Najron se unki Najren milni chahiye....
unke pyare se chehre pe ek khoobsurat si muskan hona chahiye....
log kehte hain, mujhe usi ke liye jeena chahiye...
usi ke Liye Marna Chahiye.....
ab toh mujhe bhi lagta hai yaaron is dil ke liye ek dilbar hona chahiye.....
LiVe Fe D PeRsOn WhU CaN DiE Fe Yu..
sMiLe Fe D pErSoN wHu cAn CrY Fe Yu..
FiGhT Fe D PeRsOn WhU CaN pRoTecT Yu..
AND
LoVe D pErSoN wHu CaN LoVe Yu MoRe ThAn Yu Do Fe YuRsElF!!..
DaTs TRUE LOVE!!!..
Love Comes to Those Who,
Still Hope Although They''ve ,
Been Disappointed,
To Those Who Still Believe,
Although They''ve Been Betrayed,
To Those Who Still Love Although,
They''ve Been Hurt Before !
What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
