The love I have for her pushes me from my friends And yet I'm scared to lose her For she holds the keys to heart Unlike all the romantic stories Ours could be defined as Pip & Estella in the Great Expectations
Am I to be blamed, If your alluring eyes Captivate mine And my mind
And angels in Heaven Unleash their wrath upon me For ignoring them?
Your eyes have already said What your lips struggle to withhold
Your eyes betray a sense of victory Yet, little do you know What my heart has won!
Or perhaps, it doesn't matter...?
Madhu, in many Indian languages means honey. Madhura is the feeling akin to honey, sweet, ageless, pure love. It is not a love that wants to barter for a gain or an aim. It is natural and selfless. Like Meera's love for Krishna. True love is perhaps true salvation. It is rarest of the rare. It needs not validation by tradition nor a certification by custom. Yet, it is not immoral. It is pure. It is rare, hence sweet: like the nectar created by countless honey-bees through the labour of day and night.
I look through your eyes and I see our future I see our love I see our goals and aspirations come into life Then reality hits me hard like my bottle of chapel sweet red wine crushing the floor That our love is "non licet" Against societies expectations Against family beliefs Beliefs that have been sown into my magnificent brain **** that! I broke the barriers I don't live up to meritocratic expectations I live for love You are my love I love you Our energies coincide with one another You are my "forbidden" soul mate Just as these words flow So does my love for you Meu rei
come, sit by my side darling will watch the rain falling I am mad I was your man so your touch I have known for a lifetime thus remember I crush thin air around us so now the world has wine it is what keep all gods and lovers alive darling this rain this rain is our bequest that why this fall is so **** pretty come, sit by my side remind of us together watching the rain darling - us - we we worth living another million of lives.
she wasn't known to me for this many of years yet her sudden appearance, it yields my heart. It made me so mad. These feelings are too real to restrain. love - you are too real to keep my hands off from tapping these keys. much love.
In a room full of people there you were. Two hundred eyes all seeing something different, And there you were, seeing just one pair of eyes. A solitary tear escapes my grip and tumbles onto the cold floor. The tear is pride and affection. I looked up again and there you are, Being you.
She knows she's imperfect and full of flaws Not the one that would make the crowd applause, She doesn't like to wear heels and **** dresses Just a pair comfy clothes but not to look like a mess.
She's not the one that blushes in every pick up lines Rather, she'll throw you joke you'll be needing your lifeline, She doesn't have expensive things every woman dreamed about But she's a real and grounded woman you can never doubt that.
She wanders to places to see our beautiful nature Instead of shopping and clubbing it isn't cool, She doesn't have her own car like it's a majority rule, You'll see that's not her case, unless it's a carpool.
She might not be the perfect woman you see in the drama Nor the beautiful one in every angle of your camera, But I'm telling you when she loves she knows it right To give it all and she'll do that with all her heart.
She endured her bitter past that made her more matured and imperfections doesn't feel her insecure, You'll never have to worry you can be rest assured and her feelings of love are genuine and pure.