Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken—
The love my dying lips shall speak.
Our little ones are making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward—very)
The genuine article's expressed.
You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.
What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"
And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.
So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
-Eugene Field
pyaar hota h hazaro me ek se
हज़ार लड़के प्यार नही करते
This Morning
This passionate morning
Fallen In Love
I've fallen in love
Wishes Don't Come True
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
Desh Hame Deta Hain Sab Kuchh
Desh hame deta hai sab kuchh
ajnabee the or ajnabee hai
मेरी आँखो का हर आँसू तेरे प्यार की निशानी है,जो तू समझे तो मोती है, ना समझे तो
SANSAR CHALAY BETHE HAIN
क्या बात करूँ मैं लोगो की
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
dosti oe zindgi ke mokaam
एक दिन जिंदगी ऐसे मुकाम पर पहुँच जाएँगी।दोस्ती तो सिर्फ़ यादों में ही रह
sone ki chidiya
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