Waan Ku JeclihaY :)

[TrophY-WifeY-]

Saying Waan Ku Jeclihay... is So Weird.... 8) ...The other Day i called my mum..in the end of the Convo. She Said Waan Ku Jeclihay...i didn't know what to say back ..i just laughed.. she Always says I love You :love: dunno why she said in Somali.. it was weird


For Me its much easier to Say "i love you" than Saying "Waan u Jeclihay"....


in Somali it Sounds So Cross


Share your thoughts 8)

[Goljano Lion]

TrophY-WifeY-
this song is for you

http://www.sclub19.com/music/song.php?id=130

[Goljano Lion]

http://www.sclub19.com/music/song.php?id=1924

[Goljano Lion]

Tears, Idle Tears

from The Princess

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Alfred Lord Tennyson

[Goljano Lion]

http://www.sclub19.com/music/song.php?id=1556

[Goljano Lion]

Tears, Idle Tears

from The Princess

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Alfred Lord Tennyson

yeah as deep as first love the days that are no more, how could i forget my first love