Love is an untamed

Love is an untamed
Love is an untamed force..when we try to control it , it destroys us, when we try to imprison it , it enslaves us and when we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused
  

Jun, 12 2010     187 chars (2 sms)     2766 views       Love

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Love is like a bed of roses, there are many thorns. The path to true happiness lies in learning to avoid the thorns, while enjoying the roses.
Allah Agar Taufeeq Na De, Insaa.N Ke Bas Ka Kaam Nahin
Faizan-E-Mohabbat Aam To Hai, Irphan-E-Mohabbat Aam Nahin

Tarjumaa/Translation

If God Doesnt Grant Him Wisdom, Man Cannot Succeed (In Love)
Falling In Love Is Commonplace, To Recognize Love Requires Divine Grace .
People Meet By Chance !!

Dey Spend Sweet Times 2gether.

Den God Apart Them

Not 2 End The Story,

But 2 C How Much Dey Need Each Other
Love knows no limit to its endurance,
no end to its trust, no fading of its hope;
it can outlast anything.

Love still stands when all else has fallen.
If u have to choose between me & d world,

What will u choose?

If u choose world u lose me.

But if u choose me I will give u the world....;->
without love days are:-
sunday - sadday

monday - moanday

tuesday - tearsday

wednesday - wasteday

thursday - thirstday

friday - frightday

saturday - shatterday
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Multiply It by Infinity

Take It To The Depth

Of Forever

And

You Will Still Only Have

A Glimpse Of How Much

I LOVE YOU ...
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

~ William Shakespeare ~
Nazren mali tu Payear ka azhar kar gaya

Bola tu bat bat se ankar kar gia........?

Warna ye booj kon uthta tamam umar''

Acha howa 'k' Phlay wohe war kar gia''

MEIN lafaz lafaz dohnd ky tahk bh gia sham''

wo phool day ky bat ka azhar kir gia''''''''''''''''''?
Us Ne Door Rehnay Ka Mashwara B Likha Ha,
Saat He Mohabbat Ka Wasta B Likha Ha.
Us Ne Yeh B Likha Ha Meray Ghar Nehn AAna,
Or saaf Lafzon Me Rasta B Likha Ha
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.
Love doesn''t grow on trees like apples in Eden
It''s something you have to make
And you must use your imagination too. . .