A Summer Song

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

When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And school-boys playing in the stream;
Then O, then O, then O my true love said,
Till that time come again,
She could not live a maid.

-George Peele

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What She Is To Me

Look at the beauty in her eyes,

a glow that shines like the sunrise. 

Her sm

YOOG KE VIHAAN

अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौरव-गान

Friends For Life
We are Friends
I got your back
You got mine,
I'll help you out
Anytime!
To see you hu

MAA KI SAHANSHILTA

बड़ी ही जतन से पाला है माँ ने

हर एक �

YEH ROVIEW AGAR HO BHI JAYE TO KYA

eh Document, Yeh Meetings, Yeh Features Ki Duniya,

Yeh Insaan Ke Dushman, Cursors Ki Duni

To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wif

The Worst Pain Known To Me

The worst pain known to me

Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,

To love

When I First Saw You

Vulnerable before I found you

Lost in the lonely streets of my heart

I loved you

It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago

Feels like a lifetime ago

that I loved like that.

Wanting more

and more a

The Stuff I Served My Teacher
The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk