मोहब्बत never dies....
नफरत dies every second...
I love you without knowing how,
or when, or from where.
I love you simply,
without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because
I do not know any other way
of loving but this,
in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand
upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when
I fall asleep your eyes close.
