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....
I''m so tired but I can''t sleep. . .
Standing on the edge of something much deep. . .
Its funny how we feel so much but cant say a word. . .
We are screaming inside but can’t be heard. . .
Dekho meri aankho me khwab kiske hai.Dekho mere dil me toofan kiske
hai.Tum kehte ho mere dil ke raste se koi nahi gujra,To fir ye pairo
ke nishan kiske hai
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
