| You were my first love, At seventeen and fourteen, None could have been above A dream of a blissful mien; I said you were too young Behaving like a woman, Your love's a puppy's song While I was a grown-up man; You were very young, I said And your heart too was novel, More years would bring good spread To feelings which were fickle; So, I waited and hoped That you'd learn through the years, That you'd broaden your scope, Fix your heart and dry your tears; Gladly, hopes are wishes Which time then proves or defies, First love which flourishes Is first love that never dies. |
| With a Broken Heart, Still am in search for her.. every morning i begin Every eve It ends Am in search of you, baby... Am dreaming of you, naughty... Am missing you, silly... I searched all the crazy crowds and all the dazzling worlds but my baby, were are you..? ? ? Keeping in mind All our broken dreams In spite of all our shaken frames I just want to see you, just wanna say you 'am sorry, i miss you baby' saying sorry doesn't mean there is something wrong it is just that we want it so strong... leave all our ago.. just let it go go... and be back together for ever and ever... A life without you- It will be lonelier than the wind Emptier than the sky and more- silent than the dust... It will be a wild test... You broke my heart and left me without no alert but still i love you baby with all that broken pieces... til the day i rest in peace... You are my little crayon which always smile with a frown please come and complete my picture and make me a good texture... oh baby, i love you... |
When returned, I hear my heart sing. Love is a confusing thing. When led on I feel my heart sting. Love is an awful thing. When unreturned, and led on, I see my heart fling. Love is Love isn't Love is “...knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.” Love is, if you search hard enough |
