When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other,
It is fed with the necessity of seeing each other,
And is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
Love Comes to Those Who,
Still Hope Although They''ve ,
Been Disappointed,
To Those Who Still Believe,
Although They''ve Been Betrayed,
To Those Who Still Love Although,
They''ve Been Hurt Before !
Koi ankhon se baat ker leta hai,
koi ankhon me mulakat ker leta hai,
bada mushkil hota hai jawab dena
jab koi khamosh rehker saval ker leta hai...!!! :)
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away;
and all the things I want to say can find no
voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my
eyes will speak my heart.
