When you love someone truly,
you don"t look for faults,
you don"t look for answers,
you don"t look for mistakes.
Instead, you fight the mistakes,
you accept the faults and overlook the excuses.
Let the world stop turning,
Let the sun stop burning,
Let them tell me love''s not worth going through.
If it all falls apart,
I will know deep in my heart,
The only dream that mattered had come true
In this life I was loved by you.
wo chand chup gia mujhe raat sonp kar,
Aankhoon ko intezar k lamhat sonp kar,
Aik shaihas tha jo mujhy se bichar gia,
Aankhoon ko meri mosam barsaat sonp kar.
Luv not one, Luv not two Luv d one who luvs u true,
Luv not three, Luv not four Luv d one who luvs u more,
Luv not five, Luv not six Luv d one who really sticks,
Luv not seven, Luv not eight Luv d one who really waits.
The Heart Is The Main Organ Of The Body. It Is Said That Our Heart Keeps Us Alive . . .
But
I Beleive Its What Is Inside Our Hearts That Gives Us The Drive To Live . . .
Te Love That''s Inside Our Heart That Makes Us Who We Are. The Greatest Gift In My Eyes Is The Ability To Love . . .
To Share The Love We Hold In Our Heart Is The Greatest Gift GOD Has Given Us B''coz People Only Can Live For So Long
But
Our Memories & Our Love Last For Etrnity . . .
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. . .
Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn''t diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives. . .
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.
Aaj bhi unhe pyaar karte hain hum,
har pal unka deedar karte hain hum,
woh na mile uska gum nahi...
par jiyen kaese kyunki aaj bhi utna hi yaad karte hain hum!
