Love gives naught

Love gives naught
Love gives naught but itself
and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor
would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
  

Jun, 12 2010     147 chars (1 sms)     2823 views       Love

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The difference between crush and love:
When you like a person and you know why you like the person, it’s a Crush.
But when you like a person and don’t know why you like the person, its Love.
Time is....

Too slow for those who wait,

Too swift for those whom fear,

Too long for those whom grieve,

Too short for those whom rejoice,

But for those who LOVE

Time is eternity.
If she is an apple and you are an orange,
celebrate your differences,
Make a great fruit salad
Love is not about being the same,
Its about being sweet with each other.
Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,

hurts the deepest and feels the strongest.
The Most Touching Lines

Written By

A Man To His Love:


"Ever U Miss Me,

Never U Cry.

For A Drop Of Tear In Ur Eyes,

Is A Day Less In My Life."
U Can Live Without

The Person Who Says

” U R MINE ”

But U Can NEVER Live

Without Someone

Who Says

” I M YOURS “
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other,
It is fed with the necessity of seeing each other,
And is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
Three things cant be hidden
1. coughing
2. sneezing
and
LOVE
Hum Say Kabhi Zikr Judai Math Karna, Ess Dil Ki Kabhi Ruswai Math Karna,"Tum Jan Ho Meri" Bus Etna Samjh Lo, Mery Enn Lafzoo Ko Nailaam Math Karna. IFFI
Somewhere,sum1 dreams

of your smile

& finds your presence in life

so worthwhile.

So when your lonely,

remember its true that

some1,somewhere, is thinking of u.
Tumharay naam likhta hoon....!!

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 !
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.