Without Her

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

What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood’s counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.

-Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;

He made everything shake, even the walls.

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Yaad to aati hogi tumko rulati hogi

 

Meri tasvir tumhe roj r

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I never really knew you.

You were just another friend,

But when I got to know you

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A million stars up in the sky.

One shines brighter - I can't deny.

A love so prec