Season of Love


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

When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thorny may,
I gave my love a violet.
"O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth
With one light, tender maiden kiss,
"There are no rich blooms in the south
So fair to me as this!"When Summer reared her haughty crest,
We paused beneath the ruddy stars;
I placed a rose upon her breast,
Plucked from the modest casement bars.
"O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth--
Heart, heart, rememb'rest thou the bliss?--
"In east or west, in north or south,
I know no rose but this!"When Autumn raised the purple fruit
In clusters to his bearded lips,
I laid a heartsease on the lute
That sang beneath her finger-tips.
"O Love," she said--and fair her eyes
Smiled thro' the dusk upon the lea--
"No heartsease glows beneath the skies
But this thou givest me!"When Winter wept at shaking doors,
And holly trimmed his ermine vest,
And wild winds maddened on the moors,
I laid a flower upon her breast.
"Dear Heart," I whispered to the clay,
Which stilly smiled yet answered not,
"Bear thou to Heaven itself away
True love's Forget-me-not!"

-Isabella Valancy Crawford

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Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alo

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प्रभु कहते हैं……..!!

 

होती

Love Is A Game

She wants a man

I can be that man

I will treat her right

as right as a sh

bohot see yaaden

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Kabhi khushi deti hai, kabhi gam de jaati hai

The Happiest Day Of My Life

The happiest day of my life

Was when I first laid eyes on you

For you were like a

MAA KI SAHANSHILTA

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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

Kataar lagaye baithe hai..

Is duniya me agar kuch karna hai,

Apni marzi ki karna tu.

Ho safal agar to baat h

True Feelings

You make me feel so real

I lay awake at night thinking of you

I close my eyes and

Remember Me

If I were to leave this world today, I'd want to be remembered, it's true,

for going that

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