We know today what the true love is
If you do not meet me at any way
I feel so blue like a patient
There is a sweet pain into my heart
You either know very well or I know
Looking at your loving face
I have forgotten all the faces
When I feel your love
I have an enthusiastic desire to die for you
The fragrance of your rosy lips
I will steal it and make rose-garden fragrant
Because all the rose-gardens have lost
Its importance and existence before you
Composed by Mustafeez Ali Khan on September 04, 2001
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