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.
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
I have liked many but loved very few.yet no-one has been as sweet as u.I''d stand and wait in the worlds longest queue just for the pleasure of a moment with u.
log kehte hain wo mujse juda rehta hai ban k dharkan jo mere dil me basa rehta hai yun meri zat me shamil hai uski hasti jistarha sary zamany me khuda rehta hai
