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.
Luv not one, Luv not two Luv d one who luvs u true,
Luv not three, Luv not four Luv d one who luvs u more,
Luv not five, Luv not six Luv d one who really sticks,
Luv not seven, Luv not eight Luv d one who really waits.
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away
And
All the things I want to say can find no voice.
Then,
In silence,
I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart . . .
Tumharay naam likhta hoon...!! Tumhare naam likhta hun, Muhabbat aur khusboo ke, Wafaon ke massarat ke, Dhadakte dil ke wo nagme, Jo insano ki dharti par, Har eek mausam me gaye hain !
Tumhare naam likhta hun, Akhuwat aur ulfat ke, Sadakat aur azmat ke, Wo phoolon jaise afsane, Jo iss duniyan me logon ne, Sune hain aur sunaye hain !
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....
