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
I never felt true love until I was with you,
I never felt true sadness until you left me.
When we broke up I think you took half of my heart with you,
You took the half I need the most..,
Because the half you left is the half that only loves you. .
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
Nigaho me or koi dosti ke kabil na raha,is kinare ka or koi sahil na raha.Chand jaisa dost mila hume zamin par, aasma ka chand bhi ab deedar k kabil nahi
raha.
Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don''t become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones.
