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Her brown eyes crept up to me.
Delicate and wide.

I could see the love of her mother,
And pride of her father.

A universe stretched out farther then the eye could see,
Filled with shining stars,
And faceless scars.

Her stare had an ingenious beauty.
Like a meadowless daisy.

Her glare had an artless grace,
Like colorless vase.

This glow was naive from the broken lives,
Wondering on this fallen world.

This credulous light,
Waiting to be ripped by jealousy.

I almost wanted to hold her there,
Away from the horrors in life.
Far from Apollyon's hands,
Like a guardian in the night.

Her innocents daring to walk on this thin rope,
Called hope.

Then, I saw with my waking eyes.
A white aisle covered by heavens flowers,
Congregations starring at her beautiful smile.
Oh, what a lovely mile.

For, there I knew
Her life was a magnificent design-
That wasn't mine.

I let her go into the hands of the divine,
Where she waits for her Valentine.

Oh, Lord I know you will hold her tight,
As she waits for her fearless knight.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
None amongst us can perfection claim;
All different yet...... flawed all the same.
Tum ** toh hum hai
Tumharay bina zindagi berang hai
Jabhi tumharay baray may likhta hoon kisi koray kagaz par
Toh woh kagaz bhi rangeen ban jaati hai
(Urdu and Hindi)

English Translation

I exist because of you
Without you my life is colourless
Whenever i write about you on a piece of blank paper
That paper becomes colourful
You came into my life like the most beautiful dream
But then as you began to show your true colours
You became my worst nightmare
But i still want to thank you
'Coz you played a major role in making me the person i am today
I am stronger
I am wiser
I don't take nothing for granted
Love is of God; lust is from the world

Love is selfless; lust is selfish

Love can wait; lust is got to have it now

Love is giving; lust is taking

Love is purity; lust is sin

Love develops; lust destroys

Love is peaceful
and
Lust is full of anxiety


-Charles Stanley
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