Leaves may from

Leaves may from
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
  

Jun, 14 2010     213 chars (2 sms)     3281 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

"WORDS"
&
"HEARTS"
Shud B Handeled Carefully . . .

B''coz

Words When "SPOKEN"
&
Hearts When "BROKEN"

Are Hardest Thing To Repair. . .
REMEMBER that there will always besomeome who remember u
everyday with or without messages!or calls!THATS ME!!LV U
The Cutest Proposal of d World frm a cute Grl to a Boy.......
Girl : "Hey, I hve lost my SurName... Can I use Urs".. ;)
No one is too young for love, because love doesn''t come from your mind, which knows your age, but from your heart, which knows no age
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....
LoVe PlUs

ThE fUn In ToGeThEr ...

ThE sAd In ApaRt ...

ThE hOpE iN
tOmOrRoW ...

tHe JoY iN hEaRt ... :-|
Sometimes we let affection, go unspoken,

Sometimes we let our love go unexpressed,

Sometimes we can''t find words to tell our feelings,

Especially towards those we love the best.
Hum bhi mohabbat karke gunehgar ho gaye
pehle phool the abk khak ho gaye,

jab se dekha hai tumhare hasin chehre ko,
hum bhi tumhari chahat k talabgar ho gaye.
I''m Not Begging You To Love Me.
I''m Not Really Even Asking You To.
But Isn''t It Alright If I Cherish That Hope In My Heart ?
If I Just Dream Of Holding Your Hand It Will Hurt Me And Not You.
I''ll Try To Keep My Eyes From Shining When They See You And
I Promise Not To Smile A Special Smile When You Say Hello.
But Please...
Don''t Ask Me
Not To Love You.
Isn''t it a nice feeling when you think I have forgotten you

and suddenly you receive a message saying you are always remembered and greatly missed..
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.
4 d singles:



Dere r things u''d luv 2 hear 4m d person u like

bt dnt get 2 hear tht.Bt dnt b so deaf

as nt 2 hear it 4m d 1 who says it 4m his heart.