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

Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)

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I want to run, I want to hide

From all the pain he caused inside.

I want to screa

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You sing,

I smile,

"I get a kick out of you,"

You sing still,

And

Love On Reserve

We knew love had no space.

No choice, but to force it into

tight space. We handle

mera dost kahan se aya hai

najaane kaha se aya hai,

na jaane kaha jayga..

i min.. are age padhne se pehle ru

NAZAR MILI

Aaj fir humari nazare mili

Vo mujhe dekhkar muskurane lagi

Uske hotho ki hasi muj

Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

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A Walk To Remember

A walk to remember

I wish to have with you.

By the seashore,

In the breez

The Perfect Dream
Waves beating on the sand
There we sit hand in hand
Waves crash down
And I wipe away my fro

Ek misaal bankar,

Dikha do duniya ko

Kanto jaisi raho par chalkar,

Pa lo apni manzil ko

Ek

Love Love
When I look back at times

I find you winking at me
making something stir inside

You