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…
What is love? Those who don't like it call it responsibility. Those who play with it call it a game. Those who don't have it call it a dream. Those who understand it call it destiny. And me, I call it You.
I have liked many but loved very few. yet no-one has been as sweet as u. I'd stand and wait in the worlds longest queue. just for the pleasure of a moment with u.
tried to tell you how I feel I tried to tell you but I'm weak Words don't come easily When you get close I shiver I watch you when you smile I watch you when you cry And I still don't understand I can't find a way to tell you
Love is the expression of one's values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtue of another.