not everything dat counts is counted and not evrything dat counted count.i didn’t count how many times i thought of u, but what counts is dat i did. i love u.

You greeted me hi, I didn"t reply. You gave me a sweet smile, I responded with a sigh. You showed me your love, you received a shrug. But when you bid goodbye I began to cry."

Luv is only a gift gven 2 us, we shd not hold it in r hands 4 we may nvr find d strength 2 let go wen it dcded 2 leave, we shd only mbrace 8s warmth & glow wyl it last & den frily open r arms when its tme 2 say gudbye........

My love for you is a journey, starting at forever and ending at never

2 realise the value of,1 week-Ask one who stayd in relativ's home.1 day-Ask one who is in fastng.1 hour-Ask one who s waitng 4 his luvr.

A LiFeTimE ThOuGhT :- AlwAyS TrY YouR BesT tO GeT WaTeVeR YoU LovE... OtHeRwIsE YoU WiLL bE FoRceD tO LovE

Even the richest king cant have a greatest treasure i have. he may own things i can only dream of .. but he certainly doesn't have what i got & it's you

Find arms that will hold u at ur weakest eyes that will c u at ur ugliest,heart that wil luv at ur worst,if u hv found it,u've found luv

The biggest similarity about ur first love & first drop of rain is; that how much even u try 2 escape from it..! it catches u..!!

Y does iron cry whn hit by a hammer made of iron.BUT gold dsnt whn hit by d same iron hammer?Cos it hurts more whn v r hurt by d one who is our own..

A sparrow was in love with a White rose.. One fine day this sparrow proposed the white rose.. The white rose told if she turns red, s she'll love Him. Sparrow torn His body and slowly spreads his blood on the white rose and it turns red and fell in love but now the sparrow is no more..This is love…

My love is like a rose divided into two, the leaves i give 2 others, but the rose i give 2 u.