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
I Love Your Smile
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
My Silent Tears
MERI JAAN MENE TUMSE KABHI KAHA NAHI
Main karta hun pyar tujhase bohot meri jaan
No More Sadness
It's done and it's over
The Most Horrible Treat
It seemed like a good idea at the time,
A Farewell
With all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part. My Very Dear, Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear. It needs no art,With faint, averted feet And many a tear, In our opposèd paths
I am Still....
I'm glad to be best friendsbut I still miss your touchthe love that you gave methe warmth that you let me feelwhen you took me in your armsBut still I am glad to have youI am still jealous at the one
We Have Been Friends Together
We have been friends together,In sunshine and in shade;Since first beneath the chestnut-treesIn infancy we played.But coldness dwells within thy heart,A cloud is on thy brow;We have been friends
jiwan hi hai sundarta
वह जीवन भी क्या जीवन है,जिसमें आशा का नीर नही।पथ पर आगे बढ़ना ही क्या,जब लक्ष्य
Descending Trousers
Oh, dear,
