She might be a hoarder we guessed that day.
When she came gliding by what else could we say?
Attached to her somewhere was a plethora of stuff.
Books, gifts, purses, pouches, satchels all rough.
Her elaborate vest had been constructed from ties.
There must be a seamstress in her life said McDyes.
I bet her house is horrible, said his cousin, Ms. Farr.
I doubt it I told her, she lives in her car.
I am always by ur side
Sitting silently in d dark, open your eyes i want to see the spark ,
Don't b quiet,don't b mum ,hold my hand dont b tiresum,
I swear i wont let u fall,i swear now there wouldnt b any brawl,
You were so vivid ,you wer so full of life ..
turn back i m thre by ur side...
Come in to my arms ,hold me tight
every thing will b fine ,trust me my life..
U r my heaven , u r my world
don't say leave me alone dunt even utter a word...
I love you and will love u so farr...
U are my life .. my shining star..
keep a smile which u always used to do ..
nothing is so innocent ,nothing is so true as you..
Show me your smile made my life again worthwhile
Do it for once, at-least do it for us ,
Love is the only reason which connects us..
Let me come closer , let me make u smile..
I can see the pearl twinkling in your eye..
You are my world you are my life..
Turn back i am there by your side...
It is not that I love you less
When first my lines of heavenly Joyes
made mention
through regions farr divided
see with what simplicity
see! With what constant motion
Philosophers have measured mountains
Man, dreame no more of curious mysteries
Oh wearisome condition of humanity !
Oh might Nothing ! Unto thee
O Joyes ! Infinite sweetness! With what flowers
Must I then see, with what busie heart
Heare mee, O God!
Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares
Busie old fool , unruly sunne
Absent from thee I languish still
O sweet and bitter monuments of paine
Out upon it , I have lov'd
Sweet day , so cool , so calm , so bright
where do these voices stray
like to the falling of a starre
Poet and Saint ! To thee alone are given
A ward , and still in bonds, one day
All my past life is mine no more
How vainly men themselves amaze
dazel'd thus with height of place
Here lies wise and valiant dust.