Friday, November 04, 2005

poem on love

Its love that I live for

Its love for which I die

If anything on earth is worth standing for

Its my love for which I shall stand by

Love is the tenderness of a woman’s bosom

When enraged could raise a tempest

And flourishes like the spring’s blossom

Over the millennia had withstood many tests

Only love produces the courage

In men who fight the world

And maidens with pure hearts and souls

Who give their life without a word

Everything of this world is mortal

Except the love which is eternal

And I am proud to be a lover

For I have reason to live and die for

courtesy:, blog of priya

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