Na tasveer hai uski jo didar kiya jaye, na vo hai pass jo pyar kiya jaye, ye kaisa dard diya hai us bedard ne, na usse kuch kaha jaye na us bin raha jaye Miss u
when im alone,lying in my bed all sorts of things come into my head like why do i love u as much as i do the i realise its because you are you!XxX miss u
