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Falling in Love Again - Ruskin Bond

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We must Love Someone
If we are to justify
Our presence on this earth.
We must keep loving all our days,
Someone, anyone, anywhere
Outside our selves;
For even the sarus crane
Will grieve over its lost companion,
And the seal its mate.
Somewhere in life
There must be someone
To take your hand
And share the torrid day.
Without the touch of love

There is no life, and we must fade away.
 

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A Little song of love


The wild rose is blooming
And new leaves shine green,
The sky when it’s open
Is ultramarine.

Sleep well, my darling,
Keep dreaming, stay warm,
The blackbird is singing
To tell us it’s dawn.

The wild geese are winging
Their way to the north,
And I know from their calling
It’s time we went forth.

The spring sap is rising
As we set out together,
And you’ll be my sweetheart

For ever and ever.
 

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‘You know, the way love can change a fellow, is truly frightful to contemplate.’

My life have been one long love story, and I have loved people, I have loved books, I have loved flowers, the sun, moon and stars, old roads, old trees, children, grannies, butterflies, seashells, fairies... And ofcourse I keep falling in love, for where love begins, there is the border of heaven.


It often happens that people with good eyesight fail to see what is right in front of them.

It is especially difficult for bachelors. No one trusts bachelors, especially if there are grown-up daughters in the house. Is this because bachelors are wolves or because girls are so easily seduced these days?

If dreams have any meaning at all, the meaning doesn’t come within our limited comprehension.
 

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Love Lyrics for Binya Devi

Your face streamed April rain,
As you climbed the steep hill,
Calling the white cow home.
You seemed very tiny
On the windswept mountainside;
A twist of hair lay
Strung across your forehead
And your torn blue skirt
Clung to your tender thighs.
You smiled through the blind white rain
And gave me the salt kiss of your lips,
Salt mingled with raindrop and mint,
And left me there, where I had come to fetch you—
So gallant in the blistering rain!
And you ran home laughing;

But it was worth the drenching.
 
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