Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time
Once Upon A Time,
It Happened 2 Me
The Sweetest Thing
That Cud Evr B
It Was A Fantasy
A Dream Come True
It Was d Day
I Came To Know
Some1 Like "YOU" (:
  

Jun, 19 2010     160 chars (1 sms)     2388 views       Decent

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The Heart suffers a lot,
not because of ''''VIOLENCE'''' of other people,
But..
Because of ''''SILENCE'''' of Dear ones.
Man cn Nvr Forget 2 Face in his whole Life....
-D 1 Who HOLDS his hand in Difficult Time.
-D other Who LEAVES Him Alone in Difficult Time
Millions Of Greetings!

Thousands Of Colors!

Hundred Of Wishes!

Kg''s Of Sweets!

Lots Of Smiles!

Thats''s Wat I Ask God

2 Giv U Throuout This Day.
Smiles Are Like
Birds
They Fly From
Face To Face
May Ur Lip Give Them
A Better Nest
So That They Can
Stay There Forever

Wish U Smile Forever ........ :->
In ThE Rhytm Of Life . . . We SumTime Finds OurSelves Out Of Tunes . . .
But As Long As There Are Friend Like U To Provide Melody . . .
Muzik Plays On . . .
Some Times God Wants Us To Meet A Few Wrong Ppl
By Meeting The Right One So That
When V Finally Meet The Right Person. We''ll Know
How To Be GrateFull To That Gift ..
Life doesn''t provide Warranties & Guarantees... it only provides possibilities & opportunities for those who dare to make best use of it! Gud Day!
Well wisher is not who greets you daily &
Talks to you daily.
Well wisher is one who may or may not meet you
But always think of you &
Prays to God for your happiness !!
Sometimes I lie awake at night,

and I ask,

''Where have I gone wrong?''

Then a voice says to me,

''This is going to take more than one night''.
The value of life does not depend on the length of time on this Earth but rather on the amount of love given and shared to the people we care about.
The Most Difficult Lesson
To Larn In Life Is.....


Which Hand U Hold For
Ur Life Time.....

OR

Which One To Break Off....
Treasure Every Moment That You Have. . .

Yesterday Is A History. . .

Tomorrow Is A Mystery. . .

Today Is A Gift. . .

That''s Why It''s
Called The Present. . .