Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
jnbi c raho ka...ajnbi musafir ak mujh se pooch betha hy rasta bta do gy? ajnbi c raho k ajnbi musafir....sun,,, wasta koi b ho nata koi b ho.... mnzlen nahe milti,mnzlen jo mil jaen justuju ne rehti or.... zindgi ko jeney ki arzoo ne rehti
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
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
Till I Die Or Till She Understand
Dat Something Is Wrong
Which Makes Us Feel Sad
Dats The Day Wen I Can Say Happily Dat
Nothings Wrong
Its You And Me Once More
