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

Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)

Other poetry

Game Of Life
Roll the dice
Play a new game
Life for you
Will never be the same

No looking back

Bhut log juda hote hai ... to kya jeena chor de >_

Bhut log juda hote h,

ek tum bhi shi...

Ab itni si baat pe,

kya jeena cho

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

I Miss You
I miss you in the morning,
I miss you late at night,
But I know what you are doing
Is good

Love Online

How did this happen I continue to ask?

As I get online waiting for time to pass

Y

Dar Kar Nahi Rehna Hain

 

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखा�

Kuch To Kaho Na

Kuchh pal saath chale to jaanaa,

Rastaa hai jaanaa pehchanaa.

 

Saan

A Friend
A person who will listen and not condemn
Someone on whom you can depend
They will not flee whe

Give Back My Glove
I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife.

I did not bonk her on t

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja