Measured By Miles
You Are Far From Me,
Measured By Thoughts
You Are Closer To Me,
Measurd By Closd Eyes
You Are Wid Me,
&
Measurd By Heart
You Are In Me... <-:
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.
Leaves may from green to gold
and the sky from blue to grey.
The time keeps changing too
from autumn, spring to winter.
People keep changing too,
but one thing
will never change
is the love
I have for you
Jis insan ko gussa zayada aata hai wo insan piyar bhi utuna hi zayada karta hai Becoz If red is a danger showing colour then red is also the colour of love
I ThOuGhT LoVe WaS JusT A mIrAgE Of ThE MiNd. . . It''S An IlLusIoN, It''S FaKe, ImPoSsIbLe To FiNd. . .
BuT ThE DaY i MeT YoU
I BeGaN To SeE, ThAt LoVe Is ReAl AnD ExIsTs In Me. .
