<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943505411490199783</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Aug 2024 08:58:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Love Poems</category><category>Favorite Love Sayings</category><category>Love Thoughts</category><category>Short Love Stories</category><category>Thought Provoking Sayings</category><category>Beautiful quotes on life</category><category>Love Quotes</category><category>Love videos</category><category>Romantic Love Quotes</category><category>Rumi Love Poems</category><category>Short Quotes</category><category>Broken Heart Quotes</category><category>Define Love</category><category>Girl</category><category>Life and Death Quotes</category><category>Love Songs</category><category>Love tips</category><category>Osho Quotes</category><category>Picture Quotes</category><category>Quotes on Books</category><category>Wisdom Quotes</category><category>Zodiac signs</category><category>naughty love</category><category>writing</category><title>Beautiful Love Thoughts</title><description></description><link>http://beautiful-love-thoughts.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943505411490199783.post-3127552865568112852</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 06:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-01T12:21:45.463-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Writing Online to Earn</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;To all those who love to write:&lt;br /&gt;
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The signs of the Zodiac begin with Aries, perhaps because in Greek astrology, Aries was represented by the war goddess Pallas Athene, who was not born but sprang from the head of Zeus as a fully-formed adult. Consequently, Aries is closely associated with both the head and war.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other ancient cultures, the symbol for Aries was a rooster, indicating both aggressiveness and braggadocio; but eventually it came to be represented by a ram, indicating aggressiveness and stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aries' planetary ruler is Mars (the god of war in Roman mythology; in Greek mythology, his name is Ares). Its influence can be found in your absolute fearlessness, even ferocity, your preference for red, and your lucky day of the week— Tuesday (in French: mardi, named after Mars). Mars also represents energy, ambition, and action, as well as some negative traits such as audacity and thoughtlessness. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If уου аrе a naughty girl whο іѕ ѕο bаdlу trying tο gеt hеr ex boyfriend back, уου mіght bе wondering іf boys wουld lονе naughty girls. It hаѕ bееn a fact frοm ancient times thаt ѕοmе boys lονе thе naughtiest girls οn thе planet whіlе ѕοmе others dream thе opposite. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nο matter іf уου аrе naughty οr nοt, уου саn gеt уουr ex boyfriend back іf уου understand whаt hе wаntѕ аnd whу hе wаntѕ іt. Going through thе following tips wіll give уου ѕοmе tips, hοw tο ‘dress-up’ аѕ a dream girl аnd gеt уουr ex boyfriend back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find hіm out – Thе first аnd best thing уου саn dο tο gеt уουr ex boyfriend back іѕ tο find thе ‘real hіm’; things hе really lονе, things hе really expect frοm hіm аnd thе things hе іѕ dreaming tο οwn іn future. Knowing those facts wіll hеlр уου mаkе hіm involved wіth уου, fοr уου саn act according tο hіѕ real needs.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Live fοr hіm – Wherever уου gο, whatever уου dο, mаkе sure thаt something іѕ fοr hіm [іf everything іѕ nοt possible]. Whеn hе watches уου doing things hе lονеѕ, hе іѕ sure tο thіnk οf getting back tο уου.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Mention hіѕ name – Yου ѕhουld nοt convince people іf уου аrе іn gοοd terms wіth уουr boyfriend οr keeping away frοm hіm, talk something аbουt hіm іn уουr conversations. Overhearing уου saying something gοοd аbουt hіm οr getting informed through others mау tempt hіm tο call уου back.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Bе more attractive – Aѕ always, try tο bе more attractive thаn whаt уου οftеn аrе. Nobody dares tο leave someone whο іѕ getting better day bу day. Yου wіll gеt hіѕ attention, аnd οf course, gеt уουr ex boyfriend back.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Although thе practical implementation οf theoretical concepts іѕ entirely different, proper preparation wіll mаkе уουr attempts tο gеt уουr ex boyfriend back successful.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.messagefrommasters.com/Osho/Osho-on-Attachment-to-Misery.html"&gt;Misery&lt;/a&gt; is nothing but the shadow of     attachment. And hence all stagnancy. The attached person becomes a     stagnant pool -- sooner or later he will stink. He flows no more.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;All duality is a mind creation, all     duality is created by the clinging and attached mind. When there is     no &lt;a href="http://www.messagefrommasters.com/Stories/Sufi/Nothing_Ever_Happens_to_you.htm"&gt;attachment&lt;/a&gt; there is no duality.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;One day you will disappear on a funeral     pyre -- just into nothingness, as smoke. Don't get attached to     anything. This attachment takes you away from your real being; you     become focused on the thing to which you are attached. Your     awareness gets lost in things, in money, in people, in power. And     there are a thousand and one things, the whole thick jungle around     you, to be lost in.    Remember, non-attachment is the secret of finding yourself, then     awareness can turn inwards because you don't have anything outside     to catch hold of. It is free, and in this freedom you can know your     self-nature.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember remain alert that you don t get     too much attached to the accidental -- and all is accidental except     your consciousness. Except your awareness, all is accidental. Pain     and pleasure, success and failure, fame and defamation -- all is     accidental. Only your witnessing consciousness is essential. Stick     to it! Get more and more rooted in it. And don't spread your     attachment to worldly things.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Much is being missed because of fear. We     are too attached to the body and we go on creating more and more     fear because of that attachment. The body is going to die, the body     is part of death, the body is death -- but you are beyond the body.     You are not the body; you are the bodiless. Remember it. Realize it.     Awaken yourself to this truth -- that you are beyond the body. You     are the witness, the seer.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;When lust is transformed and you enter     into the city of love, you enter unattached. Remember, that is their     definition of love. If love has attachment in it, it is lust, If     love has no attachment in it, only then is it not lust. When you are     in lust you are not really thinking of the other, thinking of your     beloved or lover. You are simply using the other for your own ends.     And of course, attachment is bound to be there, because you would     like to possess him, and you would like to possess him or her     forever. Because tomorrow also you may need, the day after tomorrow     also you may need. You need a lover and you want to possess him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Remember: no attachment should grow, no     clinging should grow. They are all against your independence, your     freedom, your individuality.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;All of our miseries are nothing but     attachment. Our whole ignorance and darkness is a strange     combination of a thousand and one attachments. And we are attached     to things which will be taken away by the time of death, or even     perhaps before. You may be very much attached to money but you can     go bankrupt tomorrow. You may be very much attached to your power     and position, your presidency, your prime ministership, but they are     like soap bubbles. Today they are here, tomorrow not even a trace     will be left.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;If you try too much to change the outside,     that shows that you are still attached. If a man tries to be     detached, it shows attachment. Why bother about detachment if you     are not attached? If a man escapes from women, it shows that sex is     still the obsession. Otherwise, why escape from women if you are not     obsessed?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;A person who lives moment to moment, who     goes on dying to the past, is never attached to anything. Attachment     comes from the accumulated past. If you can be unattached to the     past every moment, then you are always fresh, young, just born. You     pulsate with life and that pulsation gives you immortality. You are     immortal, only unaware of the fact.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&amp;lt;\div&amp;gt;This is the whole secret of     non-attachment: live in the world, but don't be of the world. Love     people, but don't create attachments. Reflect people, reflect the     beauties of the world -- and there are so many. But don't cling. The     clinging mind loses its mirrorhood. And mirrorhood is Buddhahood. To     keep that quality of mirroring continuously fresh is to remain     young, is to remain pure, is to remain innocent. Know, but don't     create knowledge. Love, but don't create desire. Live, live     beautifully, live utterly, abandon yourself in the moment. But don't     look back. This is the art of non-attachment.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Don't be attached to the things of the     world, and don't be attached to the things of the other world,     because things are things. It makes no difference whether they are     of this world or the other world -- attachment is the problem.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;My approach is neither of attachment nor     of detachment, but of simple understanding.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;To be unattached is not to renounce the     world. If you renounce the world you are attached to the world;     otherwise why should you renounce it? What is the point in     renouncing it if you are not attached to it? Only attachment     renounces. If you are really non-attached there is no question of     any renunciation.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Just seeing the fact that this is an     attachment, that attachment is a bondage -- a beautiful word for     bondage -- that attachment is not love... just seeing the ugliness     of attachment -- it drops; then arises love. The same energy that     was becoming attachment, released from attachment becomes a totally     different energy; it becomes love.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bookmark This Site&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beautiful-love-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/osho-quotes-on-life-death-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbB_1qNGO6B7BN_JOQxtNOtcyA7agVtMN4ksvgjBn0fTs9TIiTljDdz9YpSYLepWyQIxLhDd6ot2ST_Poq4N_Kb-sx8X83MlVyIe6kJWL0DAvmNI3qrmEZ1bvaRoffxyiG1VMdyonnytGA/s72-c/161024X768.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943505411490199783.post-6874491076338303580</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 03:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-01T12:22:09.601-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">naughty love</category><title>Naughty Love Quotes</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Love is sexy, Love is naughty and love is viral too. Everyone wishes to be loved, and also yearns for some naughty chats. Naughty desires have always been into the minds of young teenage lovers. I love to be naughty with my love and times and more often too. I get to remember one beautiful quote from the movie &lt;b&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/b&gt;. t starts somehow like this---I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's two beautiful naughty poem that I would love to share with you all guys,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Elusive G-Spot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;With my tongue I explored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;while attempting to memorize her reactions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My fingers followed the avid contour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;exploiting her body’s gentle persuasions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My naughty words pleased her senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;extending the five to six&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Boldness dismounted the neutral fence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Creative imagination became a randy mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Five minutes slowly marched to forty-five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Each second seemed a lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The sex was morally alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sensations just about blew my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We’re into the late morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;after a limping pause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The benefits were truly rewarding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We will revisit the act because…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The very short night quickly slipped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;into eternities book of history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The lessons left me fully equipped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;to find the elusive g-spot instinctively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ronniedey.hubpages.com/hub/Stages-of-Relationship-Love-Psychology-and-Psychological-Studies-on-Love"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;This link introduces to you a beautiful study on love, something you may not be well aware of (related to love), so I ask you to have a visit by clicking this link--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shake That Butt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am a glutton for punishment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yes I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How can this man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;convey that sentiment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Previously, he came to the conclusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;of an early departure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He had this vision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;of her butt and torture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What a dilemma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; font-family: inherit; padding: 10px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Over the hill, so to speak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don’t have the stamina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and bones that creak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh my, oh me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Living in grievous misery,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Save me from myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am no longer 3 times 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Shake that butt please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Let it talk to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I do prefer the squeeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;to health and liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yea, shake that booty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Shake it, shake it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It has a personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;out of habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Firm and just right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;direction and misdirection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All muscles purposely tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A cause for celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Shit! There’s tightness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;across my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and yes, I’ll miss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;your butt and its sexiness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When you get attached with someone...&lt;br /&gt;
you realize what is "love" ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;
but!&lt;br /&gt;
... When that someone starts avoiding you..&lt;br /&gt;
then you realize what is "life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a very amateur, but a sweet description given by a boy to a girl, after being frustrated with some unsuccessful love relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Define "LOVE" and describe in detail.(10 marks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Definition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A serious disorder of heart due to relationship between men &amp;amp; women that can sumtime cause death of 1 or both depending on the resistance associated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;TYPES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*1sided &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*2 sided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;AGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*Usually occurs in teenages but nowdays can be found in any age group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;SITES AFFECTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*Brain and heart (affected people assume that only heart is affected)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;RISK FACTORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*teenagers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*hostel students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ETIOLOGY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*Timepass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; 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&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;INVESTIGATION: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*mobile(most important)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;TREATMENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*anti-love therapy by father or mother's chappal or broom..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt; 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Don't ever give up&lt;br /&gt;
if you still want to try,&lt;br /&gt;
don't ever wipe your tears&lt;br /&gt;
if you still want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't ever settle for an answer&lt;br /&gt;
if you still want to know.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't ever say you don't love him&lt;br /&gt;
if you can't let him go.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You said you didn't want to see me get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;
so does that mean you closed&lt;br /&gt;
your eyes when I cried?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't say we're not right for each other,&lt;br /&gt;
the way I see it,&lt;br /&gt;
we're not meant for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If the truth was told instead of a lie,&lt;br /&gt;
then the pain would go away sooner&lt;br /&gt;
and not hurt as much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It really hurts when you&lt;br /&gt;
expected so much more&lt;br /&gt;
from the person you once loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Falling in love is awfully simple,&lt;br /&gt;
but falling out of love is simply awful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I was a kid again,&lt;br /&gt;
because skinned knees&lt;br /&gt;
are easier to fix then broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oftentimes we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
to the person we love without wanting to.&lt;br /&gt;
Though that doesn’t mean that we've&lt;br /&gt;
stopped loving them or&lt;br /&gt;
we've stopped to care.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes goodbye is a painful way&lt;br /&gt;
to say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If someone you love breaks your heart,&lt;br /&gt;
cry a river,&lt;br /&gt;
build a bridge,&lt;br /&gt;
and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's like my mind knows what's right&lt;br /&gt;
but my heart is being retarded and still cares&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
May you know the peace&lt;br /&gt;
and comfort this heartfelt thought imparts;&lt;br /&gt;
the ones we love are never gone,&lt;br /&gt;
for they live within our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life without you is like a broken pencil,&lt;br /&gt;
there is no point.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because I never really had you at all,&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't think it would hurt this much to lose you&lt;br /&gt;
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And now, all that I ever held dear is just a memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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How can I love again when&lt;br /&gt;
I can't stop loving the one that hurt me so much?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A broken heart is a heart that has felt love.&lt;br /&gt;
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If tears could build a stairway on memories alone,&lt;br /&gt;
I'd walk right up to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;
and bring you home again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask me how many times&lt;br /&gt;
my heart has been broken&lt;br /&gt;
and I will tell you to look in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
and count the stars.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When you get attached with someone...&lt;br /&gt;
you realize what is "love" ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;
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but!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;... When that someone starts avoiding you..&lt;br /&gt;
then you realize what is "life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;He Wanted To Leave-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;He Left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;I Had To Loose-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;I Lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;The Difference Is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;He Just Lost A Moment Of Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;In That Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;I Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;My Whole Life.. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Its difficult to wait for someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Its difficult to forget someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;But the more difficult thing is to decide whether to wait or to forget.. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="firstword"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is an &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dotted rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;attachment&lt;/span&gt; to another self. Humor is a form of self-detachment - a way of looking at one's existence, one's misfortune, or one's discomfort. If you really love, if you really know how to laugh, the result is the same: you forget yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;One day you will disappear on a funeral     pyre -- just into nothingness, as smoke. Don't get attached to     anything. This attachment takes you away from your real being; you     become focused on the thing to which you are attached. Your     awareness gets lost in things, in money, in people, in power. And     there are a thousand and one things, the whole thick jungle around     you, to be lost in.    Remember, non-attachment is the secret of finding yourself, then     awareness can turn inwards because you don't have anything outside     to catch hold of. It is free, and in this freedom you can know your     self-nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;When lust is transformed and you enter     into the city of love, you enter unattached. Remember, that is their     definition of love. If love has attachment in it, it is lust, If     love has no attachment in it, only then is it not lust. When you are     in lust you are not really thinking of the other, thinking of your     beloved or lover. You are simply using the other for your own ends.     And of course, attachment is bound to be there, because you would     like to possess him, and you would like to possess him or her     forever. Because tomorrow also you may need, the day after tomorrow     also you may need. You need a lover and you want to possess him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Trust the One Who can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;See, These Three Thing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;You ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Sorrow Behind Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;SMILE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Love Behind Your ANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Reason Behind Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;SILENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Sometimes the girl who has always been there for everyone else, needs someone to be there for her....:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Love says, &lt;br /&gt;
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I will win him with my silence. &lt;br /&gt;
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Soul says, &lt;br /&gt;
How can I ever win him &lt;br /&gt;
When all I have is already his? &lt;br /&gt;
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He is an angel, &lt;br /&gt;
Though he appears in the form of a man. &lt;br /&gt;
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He sees everything - &lt;br /&gt;
How can I ever fool him? &lt;br /&gt;
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He is not a seeker of fame, &lt;br /&gt;
A prince addicted to the praise of poets - &lt;br /&gt;
How then can I win him &lt;br /&gt;
With flowing rhymes and poetic verses? &lt;br /&gt;
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There is only one way to win him, &lt;br /&gt;
this Beloved of mine - &lt;br /&gt;
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Become His♥♥♥ &lt;br /&gt;
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The worst feeling is when you can not fully love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;
Just because you think your heart&lt;br /&gt;
Still belongs to the one who already broke it...&lt;br /&gt;
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You are not the perfect man I dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;
Then why going apart is too tough&lt;br /&gt;
We don’t stay together anymore&lt;br /&gt;
But I remember the memories of yesterday’s door&lt;br /&gt;
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We are no more in relation now&lt;br /&gt;
But somewhere question will run in back of my mind;&lt;br /&gt;
Where you are and are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;
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Nobody teaches a baby to crawl;&lt;br /&gt;
Nobody teaches a bird to fly;&lt;br /&gt;
Nobody teaches a sun to rise;&lt;br /&gt;
'n&lt;br /&gt;
The same with me,&lt;br /&gt;
Nobody teaches me to love you, I just Do!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A girl asked a boy if she was pretty, he said "No". She asked him if he  wanted to be with her forever, he said "No". Then she asked him if he  would cry if she walked away, he said "No". She had heard enough; she  needed to leave.  As she walked away he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. He said  "You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don`t want to be with you  forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked  away, I would die."&lt;br /&gt;
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And here's a short love story video (animated)...&lt;br /&gt;
A couple of pencil-outlined birds escape from a little girl´s drawing, leading us through the life she dreams of.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I never meant to love you,&lt;br /&gt;
It happened quite by chance.&lt;br /&gt;
I only wanted to be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;
not to share a new romance.&lt;br /&gt;
But... something happened suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;
and before my heart could know,&lt;br /&gt;
I came to know a side of you&lt;br /&gt;
that caused my love to grow.&lt;br /&gt;
Now the tender way you have touch my Heart,&lt;br /&gt;
I pray will never end.&lt;br /&gt;
Your my lover n' my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Whats missing in H__RT? EA or U?&lt;br /&gt;
Pick EA &amp;amp; youll get a heart!&lt;br /&gt;
If u pick U, you will get hurt!&lt;br /&gt;
Id pick U coz its better to get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;
Than have a heart without U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;You are all of my beautiful dreams,&lt;br /&gt;
put together, and rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;
You're the moon and stars in my sky,&lt;br /&gt;
and the light of my morning sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Rain down your love on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Let your love fall and set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Shower me in your eternal love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Pure raindrops from up above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Sprinkle on my face your love so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Saturate me from my head to my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;In your love I know that I wont drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;Let your precious love rain down:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;Browse for more love related stuffs&lt;br /&gt;
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The Search for Love: &lt;br /&gt;
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Some searches beauty in love,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Some searches a beautiful partner for love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some tries to put impression and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some wants to be dashing for love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just think about a Blind Couple,&lt;br /&gt;
They have never seen each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they have a true love between then.&lt;br /&gt;
There are no conditions, no demandings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a pure heart beating for them.&lt;br /&gt;
Love is blind, and they prove it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's the Heart that Love is amazed to be with.&lt;br /&gt;
Love is not interested in eyes, ears, skin or words!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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A Beautiful Love Poem&lt;br /&gt;
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The fountains mingle with the river,&lt;br /&gt;
And the rivers with the ocean;&lt;br /&gt;
The winds of heaven mix forever,&lt;br /&gt;
With a sweet emotion;&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing in the world is single;&lt;br /&gt;
All things by a law divine&lt;br /&gt;
In one another's being mingle;--&lt;br /&gt;
Why not I with thine?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,&lt;br /&gt;
And the waves clasp one another;&lt;br /&gt;
No sister flower would be forgiven,&lt;br /&gt;
If it disdained it's brother;&lt;br /&gt;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,&lt;br /&gt;
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--&lt;br /&gt;
What are all these kissings worth,&lt;br /&gt;
If thou kiss not me?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;~A poem by Shelley&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lose yourself in lust, my love;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Enjoy me as a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Make my flesh your fantasy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My soul, your sycophant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I would you would with me, my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Let all your voices sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Losing not one ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;
That some sweet sin might grant.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For love loves not that secret space&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Where dreams turn into wounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Festering for lack of care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Love enjoys a secret grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Calliope of tunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Inexhaustible, for there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In trust, lies love’s true wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You say you love me&lt;br /&gt;
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Well they feel like words to me&lt;br /&gt;
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Well this just ain't working&lt;br /&gt;
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Stop thinking you can run over me&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm drifting, I'm settling&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Off to a foreign place&lt;br /&gt;
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If I can't see what's in front of me&lt;br /&gt;
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It's a mystery, well then apparently&lt;br /&gt;
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Things just ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm ready for change&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go on, begone, bye bye, so long&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can't you see that you're&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fading, fading, fading, fa-a-a-a-away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Away, away, away, away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I opened up my eyes, and I finally realized&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, today, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're fading away...................By Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;
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And why does Love never find me?&lt;br /&gt;
Instead broken heart surround me;&lt;br /&gt;
And once again the wrong man found me.&lt;br /&gt;
What is Love? &lt;br /&gt;
And why doesn't Love know my name?&lt;br /&gt;
I prayed to God that it would change,&lt;br /&gt;
But true Love never came &lt;br /&gt;
What is Love?&lt;br /&gt;
I asked myself time and time again &lt;br /&gt;
Why Love is so blind?&lt;br /&gt;
Or I shouldn't waste my time&lt;br /&gt;
I guess broken hearts are only made for me;&lt;br /&gt;
Because Love finds everyone else&lt;br /&gt;
But Love never found me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though he never loved me&lt;br /&gt;
I always kept smiling because&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't want people to blame him&lt;br /&gt;
As a reason behind my tears.&lt;br /&gt;
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The greatest distance in Earth is&lt;br /&gt;
Not North and South;&lt;br /&gt;
It is when I am right in front of You&lt;br /&gt;
And You don't know that I love You.&lt;br /&gt;
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She says "I don't love you !"&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say"I am crazy for u!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She says "I am happy without u!"&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say "I am no where without you !"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She says she has many to take care of her !&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say "No one cares 4 me as you do!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She says all her friends are like me !&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say "But you stand unique among them !"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She says to hold someone else's hand !&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say "pls Never leave me !"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She says "Don't hold me!"&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say " just let me hold u"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She says "u r just a good frnd !"&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say "i cant see u to b anyone else's"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She says "go away !"&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say "till i fill ur heart beat"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She says "Don't kiss me !"&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say "dont follow my words"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She says"wait 4 nw !"&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes say"lets fall 4 each othEr&lt;br /&gt;
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˜҈.•°*”˜҈. ROSE •°*”˜҈. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;After love and fear, there’s pride;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After tears, the night;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the words are gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chair with just one light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After memories, the dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you will come home safe;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sleep, another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of waiting for my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hope, the happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of thinking of your love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After moments of despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A stone no thought can move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After all the sacrifice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hunger and the pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The passions and the promises,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The losses and the gains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There’s nothing but my love for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which waits upon the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To bring you from the barricades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That now you must defend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a monster crush on you,&lt;br /&gt;
A super-dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;
It sits upon my chest and throat&lt;br /&gt;
And yet I beg for more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you’re away I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is full of sand.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet when you’re here my stupid fear&lt;br /&gt;
Won’t let me touch your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot sleep, I cannot eat,&lt;br /&gt;
I’m so wrapped up in you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My thoughts drift up, away from words,&lt;br /&gt;
And fade into the blue.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know this crush is not your fault;&lt;br /&gt;
The dinosaur is mine.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet if you could, please rescue me,&lt;br /&gt;
And put your arms around me, and hold me, and say&lt;br /&gt;
you love me, and Oh! God! Would that be&lt;br /&gt;
good!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid to love, and yet I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fear is like a wall I walk right through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wall is there, and yet it doesn’t stop me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need it still, and yet I still need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know someday we will be in a field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surrounded by the blessing of the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ll dance with all the freedom of pure joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needing you without a reason why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I’m still afraid that I might lose you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you might not accept my desperate need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me laugh and cry and be completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the flower, I the slender reed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sMGtRdEhynS3Qe9bwdOymgHRFbZFtQp8lsQDPT4vYTyKnfT5eyfK757IBkl7V3j7ipg29Pj2AZ2tXGr8uKpEunKS-LC8oD6vVs7c2f-RiWtcc1miiO4ivwdU3ZRk76yFuNhLF50N1do/s1600/pillow-fight-fun-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620202445740495586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sMGtRdEhynS3Qe9bwdOymgHRFbZFtQp8lsQDPT4vYTyKnfT5eyfK757IBkl7V3j7ipg29Pj2AZ2tXGr8uKpEunKS-LC8oD6vVs7c2f-RiWtcc1miiO4ivwdU3ZRk76yFuNhLF50N1do/s320/pillow-fight-fun-love.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 188px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 275px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even though we fight a lot, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We fight, I think, because the stakes are high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I sometimes get so mad I cannot stand you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But underneath my anger I could cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have an uncontrolled need to control you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be your only destiny and guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know it isn’t fair to try to mold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I learnt to care people too much,&lt;br /&gt;
Not because they should care for me.&lt;br /&gt;
But because I know the pain&lt;br /&gt;
Of being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Find arms that will hold you&lt;br /&gt;
At your weakest.&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes that will see you at your ugliest.&lt;br /&gt;
Heart that will love&lt;br /&gt;
You at your worst.&lt;br /&gt;
If you have found it,&lt;br /&gt;
You have found love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The most critical moment&lt;br /&gt;
In life is, when someone very special&lt;br /&gt;
Hurts you deeply,&lt;br /&gt;
Causes tears in your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;
Asks what happened?&lt;br /&gt;
But, you smile saying Nothing …..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You forgive me for liking you too much&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll forgive you for not liking me enough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You forgive me for missing you so,&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll forgive you for not realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You forgive me for playing your games,&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll forgive you for toying with my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You forgive me for finding you so attractive,&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll forgive you for not noticing it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You forgive me for raising you up so high,&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll forgive you for bringing me down so low.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You forgive me for wanting to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll forgive you for taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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