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)     2938 views       Love

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Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
"Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists".
pahonch hai humari chand tak,ye taare bhi salam kiya karte hai ,ye aasma bhi jhuk jata hai....jab hum aapko yaad kiya karte hain.
Love Is Feeling

When You Are About To

Feel A Feeling

You Have Never Felt Before ... :)
See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest,
your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo.
It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. . .
We Have Grown To Be 1 Soul 2 Parts
Our Lives So Interwined That When Some Passion Stirs our Heart
I Feel Quake In Mine
God saw me hungry he created pizza he saw me thirsty he created pesi he saw me in dark he created light and he saw me without girl friend he created u now it is the time 2 love me
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
i accept
i believe
i admit
i m " 0 " zero
but this is not end. i want HER becoz without HER i m incomplete.
HER 0 = HERO

So quick arange "HER" 4 me
Kash Ye Dil Shishe ka bana hota,Chot Lagti to Beshak ye Fanah hota. .Par Sunte Jab Wo Aawaz iske Tutne ki,Tab Unhe b Apne Gunah ka Ehsaas hota...
Love knows no limit to its endurance,
no end to its trust, no fading of its hope;
it can outlast anything.

Love still stands when all else has fallen.
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.