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We know the truth of this history
If the time is upon us to sin
We can refuse to
But the charges do not

Men move toward the classic way
To love
To Light
To Dream
To Release

One thing I want to say
to Claudius:

Not a War
Not a ******
Take away any child smile
Anyone can't be happy

Who Murdered Love
Anyone can't bring peace
Who does not love the flowers
He may even ****

Valentine,
My dear Valentine:

On that day you captured
Thought so
Is not something else,
Love is the only way of Salvation

Human life like a hill track
Somewhere in ups and downs,
This prompts the love constantly Friend
And So "Hate is the only word for Claudius"

Though You put to Death,
Hundreds of thousands of years later
Yet Love glistens in the hearts of millions,
Everybody a Valentine One

And Today I say,
Say with my thousand friends

"Long Live the Love
  Long Live Valentine"
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Yesterdays have no rights.
Not a single moment
Ever as lucid as the
Now.  

Elusive memories, thin,
Transparent sheets of
Recollection.
How did

Last Wednesday feel?
How much love is left from
My first tingling teenage kiss?
Wind, fallen leaves

From a long forgotten
Decade, torn; crumpled
Numbers in a kitchen
Bin.

breaking

is addicting

once you start

you never

s  t  o  p


breaking

From the transmitting of your brain to your vision.
Just look at her.
Say nothing.
When you really want to say something.

Go ahead and smile.
Just look at her.
And take notes of the best qualities of her.
It's there.
Waiting to be notice.

Acknowledge her and her worth to you.
Which many men finds very hard to do.
Make her your queen of royalty up on your pedestal.
Cause many times, we are called kings.
When some hadn't rightly earned that title.

the baker as an early rise
start his day making pies
makes them up in a batch
laid on trays for dispatch.

takes them on his daily round
to the places they are bound
quite a busy little man
big white suit and bakers van.

then goes home and begins to yawn
then off to sleep till early morn.

Memories
Sweet memories
Recall them honestly.
In your dreams.
In your fantasies.
Even when you're awake.

Your love.
Your life.
Your good times.
Recall them honestly.

Oh, mixed within your good times will be some bad times.
Just remember, if you wrote them all down.
Happiness will out number all of them.

Recall, your life.
And remember all the things you like.