Friendship
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:
One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
That, wisely doting, ask’d not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
That man is more than half of nature’s treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
And now the streams may sing for others’ pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity.
-Hartley Coleridge
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TUMSE ISHQ KARNA SIKHA HAI
मालूम है मुझे की मैं कुछ भी लिखु तुम इ
Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O
kya kami reh gayi
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai
ja ja kar khaali haath laut aat
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
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A Lover's Poem
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
What I Love About You My Love
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
A tribute to school lyf:
"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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Believe It Or Not
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Now We Are Six
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.