If i were to describe true love than i wud describe it as what
a snowman did to a snow woman, he gave her a warm hug and they
both melted in each others arms...
Aankhon me rahne walo ko yaad nahi karte,
Dil me rehne walo ki baat nahi karte,
Hamari to ruh me bus gaye hain aap,
Tabhi to hum milne ki fariyaad nahi karte
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.
