She dwelt among the untrodden ways
William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
-Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
Love
Rashidul Bari
My eyes became illuminated
When first we met in our class of culture
Can this be adored? Can this be love?
Nowadays, even on the darkest nights
I see the beauty, because of you, I see the light
Can this be adored? Can this be love?
Since I met you, even on the cloudiest nights
I can see your beauty-the beauty as bright as the moon
Can this be adored? Can this be love?
Even on the rainiest days
I see the beauty-the shine of the sun
I see the light in what others call night
Can this be adored? Can this be love?
Since I met you, I see the beauty in what others
Call ugly-I see the beauty-beauty is dancing all around me
Can this be adored? Can this be love?
It has been said
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
Oh my love, your beauty lies in the eyes of me
You are the most beautiful girl on this earth by far
Can this be adored? Can this be love?
If I were to die
The angels would ask me why
My eyes closed with
The vision of your smile
Can this be adored? Can this be love?
