I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despai
An Evening Song
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
How l
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
Why is the Rose so Pale
Ah Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
And why the azure Violet
Sho
A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of sw
Time is sleeping.
Sand will be the last thing remaining,
Sand that covers planets,
जहां तेरे पैरों के कँवल गिरा करते थे
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<