U May Be BuSy

U May Be BuSy
U May Be BuSy,
U May Be Engaged
With Lots Of Works.
U Have 1440 min Per day.
Atleast For 1 min
Think That A Frnd
Is Waiting For Ur Message
  

Jun, 14 2010     145 chars (1 sms)     2567 views       Love

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Lab khamosh hain aankhon se baat hoti hai Aise hi mohabbat ki
shuruwat hoti hai ,,,...Tere hi khayalon me khoye rehte hai hum
Pata nahi kab din kab raat hoti hai....
If i were to describe true love than i wud describe it as what a snowman did to a snow woman, he gave her a warm hug and they both melted in each others arms...
If U Trust Sum1,

Trust Till The End;

Whatever The Results May Be"

In The End Either U'll Have A Very

Good Relation

Or A Very Good Lesson........
Once you have loved, You will always love. For
what''s in your mind may escape, but what''s in
your heart will remain forever. There is no
instinct like that of the heart
The essence of true love is not finding a perfect lover but loving an imperfect person perfectly.
When The Rain Is Blowing In our Face

And

The Whole World Is On your Case

I Could Offer You A Warm Embrace

To make You Feel My Love ... (=
You know what, in the whole world there is no such darling whom
I love and I want the whole world to know that I will never
forget you!
U''ve Been Called B4
Cupids Court
4 Stealing My Heart
Trespassing In My Dreams
&
Robbing Me Of My Senses
U''ve Been Sentenced
2 Lifetime With Me
Ho Do U Plead ? (:
The Biggest Similarity bout ur First Love
&
First Drop of Rain is;
That how much even U try 2 Escape from it..!
It Catches U..!!
I never knew a love
A love that could be sweeter
No matter what my mind says
Your music gives me fever
The moment that we danced
Your arms felt like a cradle
And when you took my hand
I was no longer able
It never felt so right before
I need to be with you much more
I can''t believe this kind of fate
We can runaway...
Is it love?
Love Never Dies A Natural Death.

It Dies Because We Don''t Know How To Replenish Its Source.

It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals.

It Dies Of Illness And Wounds;

It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.
Har sham se tera izhaar kiya karte hai,
Har khwab me tera didar kiya karte hai,
Diwane hi to hai hum tere,
Jo har waqt tere milne ka intzaar kiya karte ha