Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.
My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.
(Kathleen Sheppard)
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
<I can see the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose.
See the hope an
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
I never really knew you.
You were just another friend,
But when I got to know you
when you went away my world turned cold and gray.
when you wanted to leave I begged you t
तुम्हे सच में फर्क नहीं पड़ता,
मेरे
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
