With Love

In time we see that dew drops
The blooming bud touched
The sweetest flower in time,we see
Does appear and fade away

With cool breeze the strong bud
In time does move
The hardest heart in time does yield
To cupid's magic spells.

Where fully bloomed flower
There comes a fiend
Where deep passion poisonous turns
There arouses its doom.

What folly does it cause
My heart to weep
That angel time'll wipe
And touch to smile.

Time causes a new born bud
What care does it not ease?
In time I see that I love
In both pleasure and content.

RETURN


But ah!my soul I found You
In your romantic youth
Too much drunk in worthless passions
When I taught you right things
Yet was not I strong enough.


Before I realised your follies
Or i taught my soul to be patient
I looked back at that heavenly bliss
Which I long to have for ever
My wandering soul would keep waiting.

Says my conscience with confidence
That my drunken soul will return
When the magic youth sheds its spells
I pray leave me my soul
Could have a moment of eternal union.

How grateful I am for last week's trip to the hills.How lovely they are!!sofresh and green.I had not felt the freshness of air for a long time.when signs of some strange illness annoy me I feel an urge to see the hills and trees and to sprawl on the green grass.Though the stress of duty was there I felt everything so immensely.The impressions are so fine that I am really happy and light at heart.But sometimes in my happiest moments I feel sad.It is always like that.The terrible rollercoaster ride that I go through.The brutality of my senses is always felt.