This is actually a song, The Rose, with very beautiful lyrics…
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your sould to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it’s only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the sould afraid of dyin’
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love
in the spring becomes the rose.
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
~Jacques Benigne Bossuel
Yeah I don’t think anybody apreciates it over here. They are all addicted to urdu poetry which is fun as well. I have posted stuff here before but don’t much many audiences…Dont worry you keep posting these up for audiences like ME
hehehe yeah i guess so!! well i wasn’t into poetry at all (lets not even mention me not bien able to understand most of it) untill one day some friend just gives me the link and i registered just to reply to him and sort of got stuck here…don’t worry…i will keep annoying u guys…
But in my opinon, love itself is immortal, and no one can give best description of it.
Read so many poems the only thing that i would have to agree with is the poem of Amjad islam Amjad, “muhabbat”. You might have read it, its the most beautiful thing one can ever read on love
Completely Incomplete
posted May 27, 2002 06:45 PM
Some say love,it is a river,
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your sould to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it’s only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the sould afraid of dyin’
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love
in the spring becomes the rose.
wow very nice indeed:flower:
The rose speaks of love silently,in a language known only to the heart:)
I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you’ ve ran out of room.
I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you’ ve ran out of room.
I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you’ ve ran out of room.
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“If you belong to Allah, rest assured that Allah will indeed belong to you”
“Dream as if u live forever live as if u will die today”
“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.” ~~~~*
right…EVENTUALLY…well if u think i am going to quit messin around in ur threads then dreaammmmm onnnnnnnnn…hehehehe that ain’t happenin!! mujeh kuch certain logon ko tang kiye begair neend hi nahi aati!!
yeah tell me about it!! me and faltoo kaam…infact i wrote this crapy poetry that i don’t have the guts to put up here…hehehehe…
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
~Jacques Benigne Bossuel