kuch khud bhi thye afsorda se kuch tum bhi ham se rooth gaye kkuch khud bhi zakhm k aadi thye kuch shishye hath se choot gaye kuch khud bhi the hasas bahut kuch apnye muqadar root gaye kuch khud itne muhtat na thye kuch log bhi hum ko loot gaye
Fairl_Girl
Age: 124
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DOUST
Tu door hai mujh sey, per paas bhi hai ,, Teri kami main kahin , tera ehsaas bhi hai.. Tujh sey Dost hain laakhon, jahan main merey, Per tu Dost bhi hai, aur khaas bhi hai ..
Tuney Khushiyan mujhey itni di hain keh aaj,, Tujhey khoney ka dil main ehsaas bhi hai ...
KHUDA ne yuun nawaza, teri Dosti se mujhey,, Keh mujhey khud pe gumaan hai, aur naaz bhi hai,,
cutefriend
Age: 39
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I told you that I love you, And you asked me why? I answered- 'Just Because', But you still asked me why?
Am I suppose to have an answer To all your baffling questions. Lots of people would answer, like me, And say... 'Just Because'
But you're a lot more special, And a lot more nosy You always need an answer Cause you always get your way.
Sure, there are lots of little things that I love about you . . . Like the way the sun bounces off your silky hair. The way my mouth feels dry when I see you.
The way your smile lights up my gloomy days. The way I get chills when I speak to you. The way my palms sweat when I'm near you. The way your eyes out sparkle the stars at night.
The way I feel my heart beat against yours when you hold me tight. The way I melt in your arms when you kiss me. But here is an answer for you From the bottom of my heart.
I love you, Andrea, Just Because of You, And there's no other reason why.
cutefriend
Age: 39
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I bring you the last rose, my love The only rose to survive this earthly discourse A rose of character and mysticism Fragrant in the most desirable of ways Engendering love's attention Passion's ultimate persuasion Color, red, so deep that it penetrates To your very soul Imparting color and texture To your life, renewed A rose so perfect, it is imperfect Scarred by life's tragedies Bruised by mistakes and misadventures Yet surviving, in all its mystical beauty A gift of life's innermost secrets A gift to you, my love The last rose
