Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
Yaad kar ke Mujhe Taqleef to Hoti Hogi...
Aik Qissa Hoon Puraana sa Bhula De Mujh ko...
Dubte Dubte Aawaaz teri soon jaaoon...
Aakhri Baar Tu Saahil se Sada De Mujh ko !!!!
Aankhon me rahne walo ko yaad nahi karte,
Dil me rehne walo ki baat nahi karte,
Hamari to ruh me bus gaye hain aap,
Tabhi to hum milne ki fariyaad nahi karte
If i were to describe true love than i wud describe it as what a snowman did to a snow woman, he gave her a warm hug and they both melted in each others arms...
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
Love is an energy - it can neither be created
nor destroyed. It just is and always will be,
giving meaning to life and direction to goodness...
Love will never die....
