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
What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
Occasionally in life there are those moments of
unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely
explained by those symbols called words. Their
meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible
language of the heart
GOD Said: Go To The Garden & Get The Most Beautiful Flower.
Man Returned Empty Handed & Told Tht: I Found The Most Beautiful Flower But I Ket Walking In Hope Of A Better One And Then I Realised I Ignored The Best One. I Went Back But Could Not Find It There. . .
GOd Said: This Is LOVE . . .! ! !
U Don''t Value It When u Have It
But
Repent When U Lose It. . .
When you love someone truly,
you don’t look for faults,
you don’t look for answers,
you don’t look for mistakes.
Instead, you fight the mistakes,
you accept the faults
and
overlook the excuses
Hanskar woh gamm ki saza dete hain,
zeher main thoda sa pyar mila dete hain,
jab bhi naam aata hain unke diwano ka,
log meri taraf ungliyan utha dete hain......!!!
