Love Is Not About Being The Same

Love Is Not About Being The Same
If she is an apple and you are an orange,
celebrate your differences,
Make a great fruit salad
Love is not about being the same,
Its about being sweet with each other.
  

Feb, 14 2014     167 chars (2 sms)     3119 views       Love

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Every Man Is Afraid Of

Something.

That''s How You Know

He''s In Love With You

When He Is Afraid Of Losing You.
Mousam b hai suhana,
Barish b ho rahi hai,

Bas ik kami hia jana,
Teri yad aa rahi hai,
Teri yad aa rahi hia...!!
Your Heart Was Frozen With The Endless Suffering
It Became So Hard Like A Rock
No Tear Can Melt It
No Fear Can Shake It
But My Love. . . I Still LOVE Your Frozen Heart

BORN FOR YOU
&
REBORN FROM YOUR LOVE
Love Is Like A Bed Of Roses,
There Are Many Thorns.
The Path To True Happiness
Lies In Learning To Avoid The Thorns,
While Enjoying The Roses.
tum meri soch ho tumhe koi soche kyo,
tum meri chaht ho tumhe koi chahe kyo,
tum mera aina ho tumhe koi dekhe kyo,
tum meri dua ho tumhe koi mange kyo,
I Chose To Love You
In Silence
For In Silence I Find
No Rejection

I Chose To Love You
In our Loneliness
For In Your Loneliness
No One Owns You , But Me
L O V E
Is not about
Caring for that one special person
But
About not caring for the rest of the world...
(Girl) :Will U Love Me For The Rest Of My Life?


(Boy) : No


I Will Love U For The Rest Of Mine . . .!!!
Story:
1 Din Ek Pagal Lrki Phulon Se Khel Rahi Thi

Halke Halke Baaten Kar K Phulon Ko Bosay De K..

Shayad Kuch Soch Rahi Thi..
Yakayak 1 Kantay Ne Aa K Us K Honton Ko Zakham Bakhsha

Usne Phulon Ko Hata K Kante Ko Muthi Mai Le Kar
PYAR Se Thora Chuma

Shayad Wo Jan Gai Thi PYAR K Badle Yehi Milega.../
Bagon mein phool khilte rehenge...
Raat mein diye jalte rehenge
dua hai khuda se...
Aap khush rehein hamesha,baki,
hum to hamesha...
tang karte rahenge...
It is by the present heart of love that the blessings of the future are planted, to be reaped when the future again becomes the present.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.