If i were to describe

If i were to describe
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...
  

Jun, 14 2010     162 chars (2 sms)     3842 views       Love

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when you are gone,
i feel so alone,

i miss you dear
when u are not here,

oh god grant me patience, but be QUICK.
An Act Ov LUV That Fails
Is Just As Much A Part Of The Divine Life
As An Act Of Love That Succeeds
For LUV Is
Measured By Fulness
Not By Reception
"Happiness is
Like a Butterfly"

You run
after it,
It keeps
flying away.
But if you
''stand still'',
It comes and
''Sits On You''

"Wish you lots
of Butterflies !

Uss k honton ka tabassum rahay qayaim “YA RUB”
Uss k jeevan main khushiyon ka basaira ker day…

Tu meri “KARB” ki raaton ko bhalay khatam na ker,
Uss ke her shaam k aakhir mai “SAWAIRA” ker day.

Uss k “DIL” k kisi konay main jaga day mujh ko…
Uss ki “AANKHON” ko meray sapnon say khaira ker day

Yeh meray dil ki dua hay “MERA MOLA SUN LAY”…
Saaaari duniya say chupa ker “USSAY MERA KER DAY”
My heart, it speaks a thousand words
I feel eternal bliss
The roses pout their scarlet mouths
Like offering a kiss
No drop of rain, no glowing flame
Has ever been so pure
If being in love can feel like this
Then I''m in love for sure

-!- lOve nEveR diEs -!-
Love Cannot Endure Indifference. It Needs To be Wanted
Like A Lamp, It Needs To be Fed Out The Oil Of Another''s Heart
Or
It''s Flame Burns Low . . .
The more silently love is expressed, the more deeply it is bound to impress. No wonder God loves us in silence but gives us unnoticed blessings. :)
I’ll be ur 1st nd u’ll be my last.
My world,my everything, till my time
has past.
I will always LUV u until the end of
time..
We belong together,

You had me from the start,

We belong together,

You make my world complete,

Its the way it was meant to be,

You’ve completely stole my heart.

We belong together,

Just you and me.
All Love That Has Not Friendship For Its Base,


Is Like A Mansion Built Upon The Sand.
Kuch Umer Ki
Pehli Manzil Thi,
….
Kuch Raste Thay
Anjan Buhat,
….
Kuch Ham Bhi
Pagal Thay Lekin,
….
Kuch Wo Bhi Thay Nadan Buhat,
….
Kuch Usne Bhi
Na Samjhaya,
….
Yeh Piyar Nahi
Aasan Buhat,
….
Aakhir Hamne
Bhi Khail Liya,
….
Jis Khail Mein Thay
Nuqsan Buhat
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.