Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.
-Emily Brontë
A Pretty Woman
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,And the blue eyeDear and dewy,And that infantine fresh air of hers!To think men cannot take you, Sweet,And enfold you,Ay, and hold you,And so keep you what they
apne daman mein chupa loon tujhko
Mein apne daman mein chupa loon tujhko.
sara desh hamara
कहीं तुम्हें परबत लड़वा दे, कहीं लड़ा दे पानी
Best Buddies Forever
God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life
SHAHIDO KE BALIDAAN
आज तिरंगा लहराता है अपनी पूरी शान से।
Candy Tree Shops
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
A Thought True To You
Roses are red,
I'm In Love With You
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
A Walk To Remember
A walk to remember
A Tragic Bean Story
You told me not to fart mom,
