WO mujhay choor gya hay y baat tu sach hay magar baat hay ruswai ki WO jhan khain bhi gya loat kay meray hi pas aya ik yahi baat achhai hay meray harjai ki
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
LiVe Fe D PeRsOn WhU CaN DiE Fe Yu..
sMiLe Fe D pErSoN wHu cAn CrY Fe Yu..
FiGhT Fe D PeRsOn WhU CaN pRoTecT Yu..
AND
LoVe D pErSoN wHu CaN LoVe Yu MoRe ThAn Yu Do Fe YuRsElF!!..
DaTs TRUE LOVE!!!..
Till I Die Or Till She Understand
Dat Something Is Wrong
Which Makes Us Feel Sad
Dats The Day Wen I Can Say Happily Dat
Nothings Wrong
Its You And Me Once More
My biggest reward is to see you smile, know you are happy, and feel you are loved. I know life is sometimes cruel, but that''s why I''m here, to show you that life can be good when somebody cares.
