You fill up my senses, like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime,
Like a walk in the rain,
Like a storm on the desert,
Like a sleepy blue ocean,
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Come, let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter,
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you,
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you,
Come love me again
You fill up my senses, like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime,
Like a walk in the rain,
Like a storm on the desert,
Like a sleepy blue ocean,
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
I am totally gooo goo gaaa gaaaa over this song these days :love:
Just felt like posting it here
P.S.
Anwaar bhai jaan totally kay baad wala sentence urdu main mat paRH leejieY gaa
this reminds my of the poem "no second troy" by wb yeats
WHY should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
