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

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JEE LE APNI ZINDAGI

सच तो है ये जिंदगी कुछ लम्हात

एहसा�

Yara Mera Desh

 

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा –

ajnabee the or ajnabee hai

मेरी आँखो का हर आँसू तेरे प्यार की नि�

A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie <

Dirty Face

Where did you get such a dirty face,

My darling dirty-faced child?

I got it from

This One's For You
This one's for you...
You've always been there for me
You knew when I was hurting
You helpe

DESH TABHI BNTA HAI

अलग अलग गलियों कुचों में लोग कोन गिनत

Sansar chalye baithe hai.

Kya baat karu mein logo ki,

Sab aap bataye baithe hai.

Kuch dard chupaye baithe h

Best Friend

You're a very special person.

I'm glad that you're my friend,

For when I need a l

I still Love You

In all the world there is

 

no heart for me like yours.