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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tu jo kehde khuda se

Tu jo keh de to khuda se bhi, lad jaye hum

Teri khushi ke liye marna pade, mar jaye hum

My Dear Love

I see you in my thoughts and dreams.

When I awake, how real it seems.

You aren't

EKTHALIME KHANA KHAY

Main Muslim Hoon, Tu Hindu Hai, Hain Dono Insaan,

Laa Main Teri Geeta Parh Lun, Tu Parh L

KAASH KI PEHLE SAMAJH PATE

यूँ तेरी कुर्बत में जिऊंगा मैं, तू भी

WO HUM SE RUTH GAY

Mere sapne kyon tut gaye,

Wo humse kyon ruth gaye,

Dekar shila mohabbat ka mujhe,

Dil ki har dhadkan ka ehsaas ho tum...

Is dil ki har dhadkan ka ehsaas ho tum,
Tum kya jaano hamare liye kitne khaas ho tum.

tum or hum ajnabi ek raho pe

एक अजनबी तुम एक अजनबी हम अनजानी राहों

Me without you...

Me without you is like
a nerd without braces,
A shoe without laces,
aSentenceWi

Changing The Past

The past is the past for a reason.

That is where it is supposed to stay,

But some

To Fall In Love

Give me your loving,

give me your heart,

give me everything we won't be apart.

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