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When we started out I didn?t like you very much,


But now there is no way I could ever think of my life without your touch.


I feel that God made me just for you and you just for me,


And our meeting was nothing short of destiny.


When everything in my life started to crumble to the ground,


You were the only one to be found.


You wiped my tears and tried to take away all of my pain,


When there was nothing there for you to possibly gain.


You showed me that I needed to be loved by someone so true,


I just never thought that someone would be you.


There is now never a day that goes by when I can?t see how you feel,


Because it is showing in your eyes and I know it is for real.


Everyday you do your best to make all my dreams come true,


And I want you to know that all I would need to hear is,Ilove you".


You mean the world to me and there is nothing I wouldn?t do


To see you smile every second of the day,


Even if it means having to go out of my way.


So sweetie, to you I will be completely true,


Because there has never been anyone


I have loved in this life more than YOU!!!

RONE DE TU AAJ HAMAKO TU AANKHE SUJANE DE


BAHO ME LELE AUR KHUD KO BHEEG JANE DE


HAI JO SEENE ME QUAID DARIYA WO CHUT JAYEGA


HAI ITANA DARD KI TERA DAMAN BHEEG JAYEGA..

Bekhudi Ki Zindagi Hum Jiya Nahi Karte,


Yun kisika ka Jaam Hum Piya Nahi Karte.


Unse Kehdo Mohabbat Ka Izhaar Aakar Khud Karein,


Yun Kisika Peecha Hum Nahin Karte?

Your eyes


like turquoise camel beads


smooth polished stones


tumbled in oceans of tears


ward off evil spirits


whispering and leering 'round icy columned


bedposts





I hide in venetian blinded sleep


peering at the shadows winking and


smirking in nightmares





You smooth out my dreams


like wrinkled sheets





I dive beneath the cliffs of dawn


down to the caves of slumber

Dear, I to thee this diamond commend,


In which a model of thyself I send.


How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth,


So just thy face and shape my fancy fitteth.


The touch will try this ring of purest gold,


My touch tries thee, as pure though softer mold.


That metal precious is, the stone is true,


As true, and then how much more precious you.


The gem is clear, and hath nor needs no foil,


Thy face, nay more, thy fame is free from soil.


You'll deem this dear, because from me you have it,


I deem your faith more dear, because you gave it.


This pointed diamond cuts glass and steel,


Your love's like force in my firm heart I feel.


But this, as all things else, time wastes with wearing,


Where you my jewels multiply with bearing.

My lady's presence makes the roses red,


Because to see her lips they blush for shame.


The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,


And her white hands in them this envy bred.


The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,


Because the sun's and her power is the same.


The violet of purple colour came.


Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.


In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;


From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;


The living heat which her eyebeams doth make


Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.


The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,


Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,


But came the waves and washed it away:


Again I wrote it with a second hand,


But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.


Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay


A mortal thing so to immortalize!


For I myself shall like to this decay,


And eek my name be wiped out likewise.


Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise


To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:


My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,


And in the heavens write your glorious name;


Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,


Our love shall live, and later life renew.

I gave myself to him,



And took himself for pay.



The solemn contract of a life



Was ratified this way







The value might disappoint,



Myself a poorer prove



Than this my purchaser suspect,



The daily own of Love







Depreciates the sight;



But, 'til the merchant buy,



Still fabled, in the isles of spice



The subtle cargoes lie.







At least, 'tis mutual risk,



Some found it mutual gain;



Sweet debt of Life,each night to owe,



Insolvent, every noon.

Accept, dear girl, this little token,



And if between the lines you seek,



You'll find the love I've often spoken



The love my dying lips shall speak.







Our little ones are making merry



O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,



But in these words (though awkwardvery)



The genuine article's expressed.







You are as fair and sweet and tender,



Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,



As when, a callow youth and slender,



I asked to be your Valentine.







What though these years of ours be fleeting?



What though the years of youth be flown?



I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,



"I love my love and her alone!"







And when I fall before his reaping,



And when my stuttering speech is dumb,



Think not my love is dead or sleeping,



But that it waits for you to come.







So take, dear love, this little token,



And if there speaks in any line



The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,



Say, will you kiss your Valentine?

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