Without Her

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

What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood’s counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.

-Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
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Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha ?

Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha,

na qareeb aaye, na fasla rakha.

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I eat a balanced diet,
I do it day and night—
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a po

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Don't judge a book by it's cover,
love is better than hate.

Life's to short to waste opp

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I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.

I am who I am, from my head to my toes.

My Life....

All of my life

I was living in a lie.

It seems that my childhood

has flow

SARFAROSHI KI TAMANNA HAMARE DIL ME

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This one's for you...
You've always been there for me
You knew when I was hurting
You helpe