All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.
Whatever is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is wholly thine.
Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that heaven allows.
By John Wilmot ...
The word LOVE is magical. Love cannot be just explained in black or white. Love is an awesome, personal bond, relation and feeling between two individuals. Sometimes when you imagine a perfect guy, you realize you've described a person you've known forever.
Yes we are so very apprehensive when it comes to relationships that we generally just don’t blindly fall in any trap but ensure that we are getting into the right relation with the right person. May be this is ...
Look into your heart and tell me what you see.
Am I still on your mind; are you thinking of me?
Do you wake in the night and let out a sigh?
Do you whisper my name and wonder why;
I can't be there with you tonight?
With you in my arms, holding you tight?
Do you believe in the miracle of Love
Do you believe in you
Do you believe in Love
Do you believe it could happen to you
Take me in your arms, don't ever leave
With you ...