Loag Piyar Kay Liey Hotey Hn AOr Cheezen Istemal K Liey Baat Tb Bigarti Hay Jab Cheexoon Se Piyar Kia Jaey AOr Logon Ko Istemal Kia Jaey Hazrat Ali Razi Allah-O-Taaala Anhoo.
I loved her from my heart,
She touched my soul n shake my heart,
I found her mine, but that wasn’t true,
I cried all night but she never dew,
Was it wrong to express my love?
Was it the same reason she left?
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.
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.
