Each moments is empty,
My nights are lonely.
Come and hold me,
The destiny awaits you.
Turn back and take a look now.
Such a meeting may or may not happen again.
To tell you what I mean is?
You are everything for me?
Please, come to me…
I am very lonely?
Find arms that'll hold you at your
weakest;
Eyes that will see you at your ugliest;
Heart that will love you at your worst.
And if you have found it, you've found
true love!
Khamosh muhabbat ka ehsaas hai wo,
mere khwahish mere jajbat hai wo,
aksar ye khyal kyu aata hai dil mai,
meri pahli khoj or aakhiri talash hai wo.
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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
True sadness is when you love someone,
and you know that they love you back,
and then one of you leaves and the other feels as
if they will never be whole again.
Love is everything it‘s cracked up to be. That‘s why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don‘t risk everything, you risk even more.
