True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
How can you tell the sun not to shine, when clouds exist. How can you ask leaves not to fall when wind exists. How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist.
Saahil Ki Ret Par Ek Baar Tera Naam Likha Tha Maine
Tanhai Ke Un Palon Mein Tujhe Hi Yaad Kiya Tha Maine
Saagar Ki Maujon Ne Tera Naam To Mita Diya Par
Na Mit Saka Woh Naam Jo Dil Pe Likha Tha Maine
