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
Sabub Judai Ka Kuch To Batao Mujhay Phir Chahay Dil-O-Jaan Say Satao Mujhay Chalo Ye Mana K Fursat Nahe Tumhay Magar Ye Lazim To Nahe K Bhool He Jao Mujhay
My soul is on fire, peace is no way near, my heart is broken and restless, my eyes all red with tears,
my body acheing with pain, sleep turned into nightmare, i think this is the end for me or s it the starting of love. . . ? ? ?
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
To love means to feel..to desire..to miss..to hope..
to cry and to laugh..to learn how to forgive..
to love means to live and to feel alive.
To love means to give life to all your feelings, to give meaning to all your dreams.
To love means to see yourself from inside... to feel the depth of your existence.
To love means to appreciate the worth of purity and to admire the brilliance of simplicity.
