Lips sweet as sugar,
how to touch them I linger.
Lips that enslave me with their
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love the way you love the real me
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
If
If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,<
Tujhse Milne Ko Bhi Hum Machal jatey hain
तुझसे मिलने को कभी हम जो मचल जात
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
You told me you loved me,
but your eyes were empty.
You told me yo
कुमकुम से करें तिलक तेरा तु प्रीत से
Buhat Tamna Thi Kisi Ko Pany Ki,
Buht Tamna Thi Kisi Ka Hojany ki,
Pr Kia Pta Tha