Your voice makes me tremble inside, And your smile is an invitation, For my imagination to go wild when i see u dancing like a ballerina ,when i see ur soothing face as fresh as the tree looks after the first rain... I wish i could go hold her tight pin her against the wall and tell her how much i love her ,how much i want her ,how much i need her ... but then i think ..
Hum un se apne DARD ka shikwa kaise krien...?
Muhabbat to HUM ne ki hai WO to beqasoor hain...
Muhabbat to HUM ne ki hai WO to beqasoor hain...
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