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)     2390 views       Love

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Unke Ikrar Ka Intezar Hai Mujhe,
Jane Q Unse Pyaar Hai Mujhe,
Ae Khuda Kab Ayega Wo Hassen PaL,
Jab Wo Kahenge Aapse Pyaar Hai
Mujhe...
A Lovr Ask God
"Why Life Is So Tough Wen We R In Luv"
God Replied
"Just Think How Beautiful & Easy Life Is Wen
U R Wid D Person
U Love"
Long after moments of closeness have passed,

A part of you remains with me

And warms the places your hands have touched

And hastens my heart for your return.
Just as the wind dances in my hair, as the ocean massages
my thoughts, as the sun blankets me in happiness, and as
the earth travels with me across universal challenges,
so all the elements of your love fill my life.
if 100% peoples loves u then i am 1 of them. If 99% peoples loves u then i am among those 1% who loves u. But if the day comes when 100% peoples hates u then b sure that i am dead.
"Pyar kya hai"
Pyar- wo ehsas hai jis k saharey zindagi guzara assan aur bamani ho jata hai.
Pyar- wo dard hai jo bardi sey bardi taleef ka b pata naheen lagne deta, chahey jism jal b jaye.
Pyar- wo ummeed hai jo saan tootney k baad b qayam rehti hai
If You Cant Get

Someone Off

Your Mind They

Are Probably

Supposed To Be There..
You''ve experienced
True Love
If you''ve taken away d
feelings, taken away d
passion & taken away d
romance
Only to find th8 even
after th8
You Still Care
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
har koi pyar karta hai.

Koi bananein waley sey,
to koi bannein waley sey,

yeh farq apni jaqah hai laikin phir b log kissi ko unta naheen chah patey jitna k wo jo 70 maoon sey b ziada pyar kata hai,
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.
When time comes for u to give ur heart to someone,
make sure u select someone who will never break ur heart,
cuz broken hearts has never spare parts