boy do you love me

boy do you love me
Boy- Do you love me?
Girl-Yes !!
Boy-Prove it!
Girl-How?
Boy-Jump down from the roof..
She walked up to the edge and said with a smile
Girl- Push me!
  

Mar, 23 2011     150 chars (1 sms)     3088 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

Let Love Come To You,
Be Patient.
In Fairy Tales
They Don’t Find Each 0ther
Until
The Last Page
The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring
Kya Aap Janty Hain

2 Ankhon K Drmyan Kya Rishta Hai?

Jub Dekhti Hain To 1 Sath Dekhti Hain

Jub Muskrati Hain To 1 Sath Muskrati Hain

Jub Roti Hain To 1 Sath Roti Hain

Jub Band Hoti Hain To 1 Sath Band Hoti Hain

Jub-K Dono Ne 1 Dosry Ko Dekha Tak Nahi
I will make love my greatest weapon and none on who I call can defend against its force... My love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest day
Love Duzn''t Belong
To Bodies
It Must Have Affection
But Not Attraction
Belief But No Doubt
Security But Not
Discomfort
Joy But Not Guilty ...
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.
gaalo pe aansuo ki lakir ban gayi,socha na tha aisi takdir ban gayi humne to firayi thi ret pe ungali dekha to teri tasveer ban gayi.
Mayu
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.
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
Shaam bhi udas hogi raat bhi udas hogi,Kafan me lipti meri laash hogi...
Ae dafna ke janewalon unse keh do,Qabar me bhi unki tasvir mere saath
hogi....
Words of Lover Boy:
My eyes know that
i m not perfect match 4 him.
But
my heart has no eyes or ears,
So it''s been beating 4 her..
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.