Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
Pyar ko chod kar tum koi aur baatkaro
Ab mujhe pyar ki har baat se dar lagta hai
Meri khatir na woh badnam kahin ho jaye
Esliye unki har mulaqat se dar lagta hai
KOCH IS TARA WO MERI ZINDAGI ME AAYE KOCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MERE SAAMNE AAJAE KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI MOHABBAT BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE APNA LEIN KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI K KHUSHI BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE PANA CHAHE
If I had the letters "HRT",
I can add "EA" to get a "HEART"
or a "U" and get "HURT".
But I''d rather choose "U" and get "HURT" than have a "HEART" without "U".
