I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul
I miss the way you call my name
Along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
And how you tell me you do
I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
And I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
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.
ISHQ KARNAY K B KUCH AADAAB HOTAY HEIN.. JAGTI ANKHOON MAY B KUCH KHAWAB HOTAY HEIN.. HAR KOI ROO DAY YA ZARORI TU NAI.. KHUSHK ANKHOON MAY B SAYLAB HOTAY HEIN rizzy
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.
if 100% peoples loves u then i am 1 of them. If 99% peoples loves u then i am among those 1% who loves u. But if the day comes when 100% peoples hates u then b sure that i am dead.
hey! if the sun forgets shining if the moon forgets lighting if the fishes forget swimming if the wind forgets blowing if the heart forgets breathing if the cloud forgets crying and if the birds forget flying u have 2 be sure that i can nver forget u
"A heart die''s when it is unable to share it''s feelings"
BUT
"A heart kills itself when another heart doesn''t understand its feelings!"
(so simple yet it explains everything.........)
