The Definition of Love

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

My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapp'd its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic pow'r depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have plac'd,
(Though love's whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embrac'd;

Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp'd into a planisphere.

As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.

-Andrew Marvell

Other poetry

No Othe Friend

No other friend is quite like you.

No other friend could do exactly what you do.

MERA WATAN WAHI HAI

चिश्ती ने जिस ज़मीं पे पैग़ामे हक़ सु

NIND TO ABHI BHI NAHI AATI

नींद तो अब भी नहीं आती,

भुख तो अब भी

Nothing Left To Say

I've got nothing left to say.

It's like the words ran away.

 

And I'

JO JISE MILA HUMNE WAHI SIKHA

जो जिससे मिला सिखा हमने, गैरों को भी अ�

BAS THODI DER

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Feelings Of Love

It's an unexplained feeling that we all hope to find

That wonderful feeling that seems to

Without His Love

What has happened is never spoken,

And everything around me has been broken.

Ther

I Love You Well

I wish not to love you much,

Only to love you well.

Much is but a quantity,

sara desh hamara

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