Very confused in my careless life
But with all your silence, listening to it all,
Then with a soft voice
Do everything to recover
Smiling
Knowing this, you have no partner except
My gum and the joys of happiness,
Colored vial with a membrane of the perfume
Who collects the perfume,
Today, I have planted a bit.
Then the pen and the shades,
By remembering that drink,
When these tactics used to tell you,
There was a feeling of romantic poetry,
On the journey of these memories
Bakhuda, Ishq is alive ..
Away from you,
But you have given it Ishq,
Hina's color seems to be staggering every time,
From those fine, royal moments,
These infidels arise every day,
More than achieved !!
In these Najmos, unknowingly,
Years of love, my love
Honestly decorate just for you.
Whenever your thoughts come
That diary, full of your memories
Just decorate it in Gazlo ...
Smile and write you
Every time, in times and in references,
Because the floor and the finish I do not know
Just get it, then one can be happy .. .. .
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