tears hanging under my eyelashes
im watcing ur way in the path of clowds
my tears doesn't come down untill u come
my tears are hanging under my eyelashes
now i cant hold it any mor
dominic my reallity
He is good,maybe ugly.
But all the same cute
His personality describes passion.
his way of life
Moves inspires
Dedicated he is
A heart of gold;
I love you
I love you when you are laughing
I love you when you are sad
I love you when you are teasing
I love you when you are glad
I love you when you are
Yeah, we are on the way.
Isn`t it great when you`re on the way?
Why on earth we should measure
The distance that we`ve traveled
The distan
A Special World
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
A
Give Back My Glove
I did not kill my lovely wife. I did not slash her with a knife. I did not bonk her on the head. I did not know that she was dead.I stayed at home tha
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
A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks, That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks, Mee
A Valentine to My Wife
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 s
A Song of Love
Hey, rose, just bornTwin to a thorn;Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?Sweet eyes that smiled,Now wet and wild:O Eye and Tear- mother and child.Well:
Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bendYour
I Love You
When April bends above meAnd finds me fast asleepDust need not keep the secretA live heart died to keep.When April tells the thrushes,The meadow-larks
If
If life were but a dream, my Love,And death the waking time;If day had not a beam, my Love,And night had not a rhyme, --A barren, barren world were th
The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care;Foolish am I to think about it, But it is good to feel you there. Love, in my
Meeting at Night
1The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sl
Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm wea
Season of Love
When Spring in sunny woodland lay, And gilded buds were sparely setOn oak tree and the thorny may, I gave my love a violet."O Love," she said, and k
A Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love,Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,The tan of the sun will be on your skin,The purr of the breeze in your murmu
To Harriet
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn? Whose is the warm and partial praise, Virtue's mo
Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,Friendship like the holly-tree—The holly is dark when the rose-briar bloomsBut which will bloom most constantly?The
