When you’re close I can’t open my eye, coz love we share is known to just few and I know you’ll never say goodbye, coz your heart says you love me too, and my heart knows your love is not a lie, coz inside I can feel your love’s so true, People may reach heaven when they die, but, to me every place is heaven with you..!!

There are no easy ways to find love, true love is made in heaven above, As we stay close to each other, I feel like we’ll always be together, coz you give me love no other could, no wonder my heart feel so good, and if ever you walk away from me, I will wait for you till the eternity, coz true love is most powerful magic, and we’ve built  [ Read More ]

Today I marry the one I love, Sent to me from heaven above, I promise to always understand, and to always hold your hand, Whenever things are not right, I’ll hold you in my arms tight, I promise to honor and love you, and this ain’t just for a day or two, I am yours and you are forever mine, like today our love will forever shine..!!

Since the day you gave me birth, and brought me to this heavenly earth, I stay calm in your presence, coz you show me life’s essence, You’re an angel sent from above, no wonder I always need your love, God must have been so gracious, by giving you a heart so spacious, I wish you always wear a smile on your face, then my heart shall have no empty place,  [ Read More ]

If you can wait for a moment, I wanna say everything I have inside, I don’t know if you’ll comment, but with you there’s nothing I can hide, because there’s no one who I miss, you’re the one sent from heaven above, and every time you give me a kiss, Every beat of my heart calls it true love..!!

Art thou a Statist in the van Of public conflicts trained and bred? –First learn to love one living man; ‘Then’ may’st thou think upon the dead. A Lawyer art thou?–draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face. Art thou a Man of purple cheer? A rosy Man, right plump to see? Approach; yet, Doctor, not too  [ Read More ]

Lo! where the Moon along the sky Sails with her happy destiny; Oft is she hid from mortal eye Or dimly seen, But when the clouds asunder fly How bright her mien! Far different we–a froward race, Thousands though rich in Fortune’s grace With cherished sullenness of pace Their way pursue, Ingrates who wear a smileless face The whole year through. If kindred humours e’er would make My spirit droop  [ Read More ]