Post by toweringniceguy on Jan 28, 2007 14:05:47 GMT 10
Love can be the sound of a cool ocean breeze,
Whistling softly along the shoreline of the seas,
Love can be the humming of the birds high up in the sky,
Their rhythmic voices alive with joy as each day passes by.
Love can be the shining of a million stars at night,
Twinkling brightly as they cast their eternal light,
Love can be the warmth of a candle forever aglow,
Illuminating the darkest of rooms as it flickers slowly to and fro.
Love can be the delicate falling of wintry snow,
Glistening in beauty as it trickles to the ground below,
Love can be the sprinkling of rain upon the rooftop,
A gentle pitter-patter heard with every drop.
Love can be the vastness of the open countryside,
Sweeping majestically across valleys far and wide,
Love can be the blooming of flowers in the fields,
Alive with a sense of joy that never yields.
Love can be the rhythm of a beautiful melody,
Creating a unique yet effervescent remedy,
Love can be the chorus of a thousand voices singing as one,
Chanting words of perpetual harmony until their song is sung.
Love can be the ultimate dream for every tender soul,
As they wander through pastures green, seeking romance as their goal,
Love can be somewhere distant, yet somewhere nearby,
But love will always live in the heart, never to die.
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Whistling softly along the shoreline of the seas,
Love can be the humming of the birds high up in the sky,
Their rhythmic voices alive with joy as each day passes by.
Love can be the shining of a million stars at night,
Twinkling brightly as they cast their eternal light,
Love can be the warmth of a candle forever aglow,
Illuminating the darkest of rooms as it flickers slowly to and fro.
Love can be the delicate falling of wintry snow,
Glistening in beauty as it trickles to the ground below,
Love can be the sprinkling of rain upon the rooftop,
A gentle pitter-patter heard with every drop.
Love can be the vastness of the open countryside,
Sweeping majestically across valleys far and wide,
Love can be the blooming of flowers in the fields,
Alive with a sense of joy that never yields.
Love can be the rhythm of a beautiful melody,
Creating a unique yet effervescent remedy,
Love can be the chorus of a thousand voices singing as one,
Chanting words of perpetual harmony until their song is sung.
Love can be the ultimate dream for every tender soul,
As they wander through pastures green, seeking romance as their goal,
Love can be somewhere distant, yet somewhere nearby,
But love will always live in the heart, never to die.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chand meri zameen phool mera watan
