All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Only you understand my silence,you're always there for my defense,You stay close when no one is there,and heal my wounds with your care,They say, in life we need true love,who is sent from heaven above,but, what more can I ask god to do,When he sent me a dear like you..!!
1 comments:
nice way of expression.... :)
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