Thy countenance upon mine eyes,

haveth thine divine being,

smileth upon me,

Thou hast the aura,

of mine sweet aroma,

Liveth henceforth,

here upon my humble abode,

Thy heart maketh mine rues,

forlorn and forsaken,

Here I liveth,

Here mine death creepeth,

Keepeth me alive,

Thy love,

And thy smile.

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Thou eyes are the lake of sorrows,

pray tell me,

what steals thy visage of smiles,

I fathom the abysmal wake of woes,

pray tell me,

what breaks the pool of whiles,

I looketh thy benign countenance,

I surmise the pain behind the mirror,

what eats you,

pray tell me,

of thy world full of tears..

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The robin sings the ballad of love,

The sweet breeze enthralls by jove,

The sky turns azure and adobe,

The rain pelters me and my robe,

The chirping of lark ,

The gust turns on by dark,

The crimson beckons me from far,

I will leave my heart ajar...

Wonderful !!!

Thankyou soo much.

Well, now that I got you what you wanted, what do you have for me?

I was just thinking the other day, what if the story had ended in a better way rather than the way it did, wouldn't it be something to cherish?

One small one for you:

Lonesome,
was the dove,
sang with the spring,
persihed in Snowfall.

Things change, and we tend to change with the things.

"Things change, and we tend to change with the things"...... well said!!!!

"Well, now that I got you what you wanted, what do you have for me?" ..... I didn't get you !!!!!

The story didn't end in a better way, I admit, fault was mine too. But I still do cherish it !!!