A Divine Rapture

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

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,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine. E'en so we met; and after long pursuit,
E'en so we joined; we both became entire;
No need for either to renew a suit,
For I was flax, and He was flames of fire:
Our firm-united souls did more than twine;
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine. If all those glittering Monarchs, that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
I would not change my fortunes for them all:
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The world 's but theirs; but my Beloved's mine.
-Francis Quarles

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wo dot kahan gum gay

ना जाने वो दोस्त कहां गुम हो गया जिसक�

Naam ke liye reh gayi

पहले दोस्त, दोस्त की मदद करता था दोस्�

Friendship...

We have been friends for not so long

We've learned to trust and shared a song

We

IS DHARTI KE TYOHAR

अलबेलों की इस धरती के त्योहार भी हैं �

Quite possibly

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people

and the affecti

desh bhakti

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �

To You I Promise

My love for you is unconditional and enduring.

To you, I promise to always be reassuring.

Sweet Birthday To You My Love

A wish for lots of birthday fun

To last until the day is done.

Hoping that all yo

Real Friends

There's this little thing called friendship.

I experience it every day,

And I wil

Here For You My Friend

The past you cannot forget or undo

The future is all we can look forward to.

&nbs