If I would get a

If I would get a
If I would get a rose for every time I think of you,
I would spend every day in a rose garden, ... thinking of you
  

Jun, 14 2010     116 chars (1 sms)     2607 views       Love

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I,Me, Myself, Yes me,I
Really
Truly
Unmistakably
Unstoppably
Unavoidably
Crazily, Think about you!
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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart
Zindagi ki raah mein aage chalte jana har pal,
Mur ke na dekh beete hue pal
Jo nahin tha tera tujhe nahin mila,
Jo milgaya uske sath guzaar apna har pal
The quickest way to receive love is to give;
the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly;
and the best way to keep love is to give it wings....
Life''s pearl:- Ven u start caring abt urself, u start loving smbody, But when u start caring about others, Somebody will start loving u..
Luving has 2 phases.

1st Luving the person

bcoz of who he/she is,

2nd Loving the person

despite who he/she is not,

the 1st sparks luV,

the 2nd maks it Last.
I Hate Ure Smile,I Hate Ur Laughs,I Hate Us Kiss,I Hate Ur Hugs,But Most Of All I Hate That " I Dont Hate You "
Tufano me jindagi ko panah kaha milti hai,
Anjani rahon me rahe kaha milti hai.
Arey, TAJMAHAL banane ka hosla to ham bhi rakhte hai,
Magar wafadar MUMTAJ kaha milti hai
A Special Smile

A Special Face

A Special Some One I Cant Replace

I Love You & I Alwayz Will

You Have Filled A Space

No One Can Fill
If a raindrop would mean ... I love you
and you would ask me how much I love you,
i bet you that it would rain all day
HOLD EVERY PERSON CLOSE TO YOUR HEART,YOU MAY NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU HAVE LOST A DIAMOND WHILE YOU WERE TOO BUSY COLLECTING STONES
Bitterness Imprisons Life, Love Releases It

Bitterness Paralyzes Life, Love Empowers It

Bitterness Sours Life, Love Sweetens It

Bitterness Sickens Life, Love Heals It

Bitterness Blind Life, Love Anoints Its Eyes
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.