If this is your first visit, be sure to
check out the FAQ by clicking the
link above. You may have to register
before you can post: click the register link above to proceed. To start viewing messages,
select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below.
though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's compass come:
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I will never write, nor no man will ever love.
Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous; love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous; love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
به جنگل های بهاری و به مستی
به آن عهدی که با قلبم بستی
بدان ای نازنين تا زنده هستم
تو را دوست دارم و می پرستم
پس
دوستت دارم
نه برای آنچه که هستی
بلکه برای آنچه که هستم
وهنگامی که با توام
دوستت دارم
نه تنها برای آنچه که از خود ساخته ای
بلکه برای آنچه که از من می سازی
دوستت دارم
چون به هيچ تماسی , کلامی و يا اشاراتی
به اين کار توانا نگشته ای
چون خود بوده ای
شايد دوست داشتن در نهايت
به همين معنا باشد
Comment