A Summer Song


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And school-boys playing in the stream;
Then O, then O, then O my true love said,
Till that time come again,
She could not live a maid.

-George Peele

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My Bestest Friend

The distance between you and I
Is only a heartbeat away,
For you and I dwell in each ot

hamari easi kismat kahan

ऐसी कहाँ मेरी किस्मत कि आपका प्यार हम

Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul

 

Take Me to the center of your soul

show me where you hide

lead me

Ek misaal bankar,

Dikha do duniya ko

Kanto jaisi raho par chalkar,

Pa lo apni manzil ko

Ek

Usko Paney Ki chahat

रंजिश क्या करे हम उनसे

ये अपना दिल

TUMKO HI SOCHTA HAUN

तुमको ही सोचता हूँ तुमको ही ढूँढता हू

Har nazar ko ek nazar ki talash hai

Har nazar ko ek nazar ki talash hai,

Har chehre mein kuchh to ehsas hai,

Aapse do

My Love For You My Princess

Love is not a thing you get a lot

but love the girl you have got

she is always th

Only Us....

Laid my head upon your chest

Your arms encircled me,

It was, My Love, as if we we

My One-Sided Love

My love for her is a roaring fire.

She's all I ever did or will desire.

Without h

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