My प्यार is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the और I entreat
या how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed द्वारा her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much और in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What और miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle आग with wonderful device
Such is the power of प्यार in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the और I entreat
या how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed द्वारा her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much और in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What और miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle आग with wonderful device
Such is the power of प्यार in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
The end of the summer is here again.
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
who am i to आप ? who am i to you? i gave my life time to you.. so who am i to you? what आप think about me? what आप think about me? i am always thinking about you..so what आप think about me?
what do आप do for me ? what do आप do for me? i will do anything for आप .. so what do आप do for me?
do आप ever loved me? do आप ever loved me?
i am always loving you.. so do आप ever loved me?
do आप ever ask सवाल about me? do आप ever ask सवाल about me? i am always asking about you..so do आप ever ask सवाल about me?
please answer my question.. please answer my सवाल ...i am always answering your सवाल even for your दिल beat.. so please answer my सवाल my love..
She Doesn't Know
द्वारा Cody Herman
Through the window I stare अगला door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My दिल beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand या I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
द्वारा Cody Herman
Through the window I stare अगला door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My दिल beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand या I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
आप said...
आप said
आप would
try to make
this up.
आप said
आप wanted
me द्वारा your side.
आप said
I would be happy,
I would be
happy this time.
आप said.
आप said
आप wanted
the fresh start
for us,
आप said
आप wanted us
back,
आप wanted
me back.
आप promised.
आप said
आप would
try,
आप said
that things
would be better
this time,
आप said
I would feel
better
from now.
Remember,
आप said.
No और tears,
आप said,
no more
empty words,
remember?
आप said.
आप said
आप wanted
a fresh start
for us.
आप said,
no और pain,
आप said,
no more.
And no और lies
now I say,
sell them
some where else.
Broken promises,
that's all
आप gave,
no और pain,
that's what
आप said.
THe world is cruel,
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one दिन someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate आप for who आप are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because आप have white skin
because I have two dads
because आप have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge आप by.
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one दिन someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate आप for who आप are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because आप have white skin
because I have two dads
because आप have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge आप by.
आप seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows आप
like a hook,
won't let आप go,
won't leave आप alone.
आप smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that आप hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves आप not,
आप don't see the एंजल on
your shoulder,
trying to give आप a strength.
आप long for life
that आप don't know of,
आप seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.