When the sessions of sweet
                               silent thought
i summon up the reaimbarence of thing past,
i sing the lack many a thing of shought,
and with old woes and new wail 

                              my dear times waste!

then can drawn an eye suns me to flows,

for precious friend hid in

                              decitn'd careless night,

and weep afaesh core's long since
                                 cancell'd woe,
And mona the expences of any a anished singhn!
                                                        

LIFE IS A GREAT GIFT..... DONT WANT MISS UESD IT.... ALWAYS TRY LOVE PEOPLE... MY FRIENDS ARE MOST VALUEABLE.....

MY WORK IS MOST HONOURABLE.... I ALWAYS TRY TO DO IT BY HEART.....

ONLY ONE AIM... JUST DO SOMETHING FOR NEEDY PEOPLE....

MY MOST LIKE MY MOTHER,FLOWER, CHILDREN,

MY GREAT FRIEND- MY BROTHER....

LOVE: I LOVE HER AS SHE STOOD THERE , PENNILESSFOR A SENSUALIST CHARMLESS, FOR ME A TREASURE - MY BEST OBJECT OF SYMPATHY ON EARTH, THINKING SUCH THOUGHT, FELLING SUCH FEELING AS I LEFT;MY IDEAL OF THE SHIRNE IN WHICH TO SEAL MY STORES OF LOVE; PERSONIFICATION OF DISCRETION AND FORETHOUGHT, OF DELIGENCE AND PERSEVERANCE, AND SELF- CONTROL - THOSE GUARDIANS, THOSE TURSTY KEEPERS OF THE GIFT I LONGED TO CONFER ON HER - THE GIFT ALL MY AFFECTION; MODEL OF TRUTH AND HONOUR, OF INDEPENDENCE AND CONSCIENTIOUSNESS - TOSE REFINERS AND SUSTAINERS OF AN HONEST LIFE; SILENT POSSESSOR OF A WELL OF TENDERNESS, OF A FLAME , AS GENIAL AS STILL, AS PURE AS QUENCHLESS, OF NATUREAL FEELING, NATURAL PASSION ...............