If I am Pressed To

If I am Pressed To
If I am Pressed To Say Why I Loved Her,

I Feel It Can Only Be Explained By Replying

'' Because It was She,Because It Was Me...
  

Jun, 12 2010     133 chars (1 sms)     2598 views       Love

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Love is dat ocean in which even if u get drown u wont call 4 help..
coz itz d suicide which u have committed 2 begin another new beautiful life
You know you are in love when you cant fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
last night while lying on my bed
Looking at the ceiling
I realized I realized
If you would not be there, I would lost all the joys of my life"
"Hum Ko GaLi Main dekh kar Khud Ko Chupa Lia,
jane ye DUSHMANO ne usay kia sikha diya,
ghar us ne kia banaya MASJID k samne....
CHAHAT ne us ki hum ko NAMAZI bana diya"
I Believe My Heart
It Believes In You
It''s Telling Me
That What I See
Is Completely True
I Believe My Heart
How Can It Be Wrong
It Says What I Feel For You
I Love You For Whole My Life
Luv and Kuch are going to a village & in between comes A well.
Luv falls into the well. Why??? Because Luv (love) is blind !!!!!
Now , Kuch also jumps inside. Why??
Because Luv ke liye saala kuch bhi karega!!!!
There isn''t any formula or method. You learn to love by loving -- by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.
2 Teardrops Were Flowing Down Da River 1 Said 2 Da Other
Im D Teardrop Of A Grl Who Lovd&Nevr Expresed
Who R U?





I''m D Tear Drp Of D Boy Who Was Waitin 4 Her!
Kitni masoom khawahish ha us deewani larrki ki,
Chahti hai k mohabat b kry aurr khush b rahy.
Ur glowing eyezz..givezz me a zillion reasnzz..
to forgo my painzz..

Ur twinkling eyezz..makezz me a forte of those starzz..
to forget myself..


Ur lovely eyezz have made me immensely popular..

Evnthough, I try tuf to camouflage..
Hv been caught..!


B MINE..!"
As i lay 2 rest ma head,
i"d say a prayer 2 end e day.
N if i die b4 i wake,4give me
4 ma sins or wad eva tat hurt u in anyway!
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.