my love

Running to his heart,
full of color,
passions scatter
beyond the dream of him,
calling forth to be wrapped within his soul,
carried in the wake of light.
Rising visions swirl in the view,
breaking free the night,
spreading over glistening skin,
a blanket of sky hue,
and sighs in the pleasures of you,
love in the softness of touch,
as eyes marvel in the traces of lines
cascading over windswept branches,
reaching out to hold closely
the morning spent within the arms of time,
dear, granting a beauty
that could only be held by you,
and you alone,
and I am warmed in your glow,
blushing upon my cheeks a smile, for your love

Things do not change; we change.

Things have changed a lot..or shall we?i still remember my 1st day in college.5 unknown girls sitting next to each other..from that very 1st day we started our gossips..and soon become the best pals.shop a lot.gossip a lot share lots of secrets..but this final year sgpa lab marks !!!happy days are gone now. I still remember my 1st unit test guy next to me asked for help but i could not bcoz my sheet is also blank...so we started chatting at the hall..share our id.n soon became good friends.

but now WHAT HAPPEN WITH US YAAR!! We have changed or the situation?don't know..what makes our difference to come out?is it our personal commitment or something else..searching for the answer only gives us pain.but what i learn is life is not so easy.we cannot found the answer of those questions on Google, cos our mind is not so simple i guess[;)] we started fighting for what? for better career!! best boyfriends!!!!!!! or having no girlfriend!! so silly is not..? but its the fact!!

a poem by Elizabeth barrett browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.