A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie <
मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,
अपना अहसास बन
Until' The End
this lazy hand
supposed to be writing
a poem of love
that is never ending
a bright
agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
ऐ मेरे प्यारे वतन, ऐ मेरे बिछड़े चमन त
So much thrown at me,
And up against a wall
I feel like I've spent my life,
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought
Love Is Better Than Hate
Don't judge a book by it's cover,
love is better than hate.
Life's to short to waste opp