Khud Main Bardasht

Khud Main Bardasht
Khud Main Bardasht Kee Addath Daal Rahe Hain Hum

Apni Muhabat Ko Logon Se Chupa Rahey Hain Hum

Woh Na Milli To Kya Hua Arey "AB"

Zalimon Younhi Jooti Baton Se Khud Ko Behla Rahey Hain Hum
  

Jun, 12 2010     196 chars (2 sms)     2224 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

god knows the value of heart
so he created love.
He knows the value of nights
so he created dreams.
He knows the value of friend
so he created you.
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1. Lovely 5 Words
"I am alone without you"
.
2. Decent 4 Words
" I care for you"
.
3. Loveable 3 Words
"I love you"
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4. Special 2 Words
"Miss you"
.
5. Important 1 Word
"YOU"
My love, you know you are my best friend.

You know that I''d do anything for you

And my love, let nothing come between us.

My love for you is strong and true.
Wo Hamin Bhool Giya To Koi Baat Nahin

Aaj Wo Waqt Hai K Logo Ko KHUDA Bhi Yaad Nahi..!!
Pain

iS SuCh An

UnComFortAble fEEling

That EvEn A

Tiny Amount Of It

iS EnoUgh

To Ruin EvEry

EnJoYmEnt
Innocent Defination

Of Love By A 5 Year Old Gal


"Love Is When Mom

Makes Tea 4 Dad N Takes

A Sip B4 Giving It

2 Him 2 Make Sure Its Fine"..

If You Love Someone,
You Would Be Willing To
Give Up Everything For
Them,
But
If They Loved You
Back, They Would
Never Ask You To ...
if 100% peoples loves u then i am 1 of them. If 99% peoples loves u then i am among those 1% who loves u. But if the day comes when 100% peoples hates u then b sure that i am dead.
Love Comes to Those Who,
Still Hope Although They''ve ,
Been Disappointed,
To Those Who Still Believe,
Although They''ve Been Betrayed,
To Those Who Still Love Although,
They''ve Been Hurt Before !
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen
with white hairs and is always young in the heart....
She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad

but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short

Tears are summer showers to the SOUL
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.