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
The power of a glance... It is in this way that love begins, and in this way only... Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.
Dekho meri aankho me khwab kiske hai.Dekho mere dil me toofan kiske
hai.Tum kehte ho mere dil ke raste se koi nahi gujra,To fir ye pairo
ke nishan kiske hai
