If I Were Her Lover

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

I

If I were her lover,
I'd wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The gate that leads to her door;
Over the meadows,
To wait, 'mid the shadows,
The shadows that circle her door,
For the heart of my heart and more.
And there in the clover
Close by her,
Over and over
I'd sigh her:
"Your eyes are as brown
As the Night's, looking down
On waters that sleep
With the moon in their deep" . . .
If I were her lover to sigh her.

II

If I were her lover,
I'd wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The lane that leads to her door;
I'd wait, 'mid the thickets,
Or there by the pickets,
White pickets that fence in her door,
For the life of my life and more.
I'd lean in the clover—
The crisper
For the dews that are over—
And whisper:
"Your lips are as rare
As the dewberries there,
As ripe and as red,
On the honey-dew fed" . . .
If I were her lover to whisper.

III

If I were her lover,
I'd wade through the clover
Over the field before
The pathway that leads to her door;
And watch, in the twinkle
Of stars that sprinkle
The paradise over her door,
For the soul of my soul and more.
And there in the clover
I'd reach her;
And over and over
I'd teach her—
A love without sighs,
Of laughterful eyes,
That reckoned each second
The pause of a kiss,
A kiss and . . . that is
If I were her lover to teach her.

-Madison Julius Cawein

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अजब सी हालत है तेरे जाने के बाद,

LOGO KE PAAS PAISA BAHUT HAI

Saleeke se nahi chalati Zindagi, aajkal daud bahut hai…

Aise hi nahi milati manjil

My One, My Only Is You

For so long, I wished for the day.

The day that our love would find its way.

From

zindagi jina bhl gaya

कब सपनों के लिए,

सपनों का घर छोड़ द�

Best Buddies Always

God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life

When He Knew I Needed A Companion

Only He

Unexpressed Feelings

Sometimes, I often wonder why something shouts as loud as thunder

It was there inside of

YE DIL MERA TUJH PAR

दिल के इस दर्द को क्या अंजाम दूँ

ओ �

My One-Sided Love

My love for her is a roaring fire.

She's all I ever did or will desire.

Without h

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja

JAB HUM BICHAD JAYENGE

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