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.
Dil chahta hai ke tujhe apna bana loon..
khud ko bhool jaon or tujh main samaloon..
ab lafzoon se ye dil behalta naheen...
dil chahta hai ke tujhe apney pas ley aaon or tujh apna bana loon Dil chahta hai ke tujhe apna bana loon..
khud ko bhool jaon or tujh main samaloon..
ab lafzoon se ye dil behalta naheen...
dil chahta hai ke tujhe apney pas ley aaon or tujh apna bana loon