What words shall lovers use to express burning desire? Solely of pain and heart ache do blind lovers sing.
Love mocks the sane by setting their hearts on fire,
yet merry bells of happiness they ring.
Red rose buds do blossom in spring and so do minds when into thoughtfulness they sink.
True honest words shall not retire,
oral they are or marked in ink.
Too sweet or temperate love may sometimes seem,
but on stormy days it sways in the wind.
In calm sunny harbours your heart may dock,
where bitter love will surely taste sweet.
Kind and gentle your heart may be,
but hurtful words are too painful to mend.
Happiness,
sublime feelings shall not bring,
when hatred and envy into the soul they eat.
Let your emotions speak out loud for pure emotions can’t be discreet.
Hide not under the sunlight and stand firm if your emotions are always concrete.
Saleh Ben Saleh
I like the water sprinkle,
I like the stars when they twinkle,
I like the merry bells jingle,
For their sights bring a smile
On faces of sad
Or enlighten the bad mood.
I like to smile like mad,
For it stops others to brood.
I wish I could,
Stop all the bad.
And see others smile in delight,
Even in the darkness of twilight;
For it acts as light;
And makes the mood bright.
I wish I could erase sadness,
And fill the gap with tons of happiness,
But this is life,
Who loves to give you lemons,
So cut it with a knife,
And squeeze it on demons!!!
I like it when winter ends,
And gives spring a cue,
To have sadness bend,
To give rise to happiness.
Life is all about ups and downs -
And to travel throughout the towns,
To save people from frown -
And make the people laugh at the cost of being a clown.
-Ananya Mallik
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always,
everyone who knew her was simply marveled...
at her romantic words that rang like merry bells.
Unfortunately, she died in her early fifties;
a precious life was lost but her memory remained...
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!
She was young, bright and beautiful as stars...
the moving stories she wrote were kind of sad;
Mary's big eyes reflected pretty aqua skies!
People came from distant towns and cities
to hear her voice so resonant and kind;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!
At her wake, friends and family recited prayers...
her influence on them must have been grand;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!
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