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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBRX47fSp7ImA9WhRXFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759</id><updated>2011-12-22T10:22:34.005-08:00</updated><category term="sky" /><category term="looking" /><category term="ocean" /><category term="pretty curly hair" /><category term="skyline" /><category term="poem" /><category term="live" /><category term="talking" /><category term="positive" /><category term="blush" /><category term="night" /><category term="song" /><category term="brown eyes" /><category term="beautiful eye" /><category term="cruising" /><category term="nature" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="Believe" /><category term="flower" /><category term="phone" /><category term="apple juice" /><category term="Coffee" /><category term="beautiful" /><category term="summer" /><category term="smile" /><category term="midnight" /><category term="self love" /><category term="soul" /><category term="drink" /><category term="sweater" /><category term="girl" /><category term="like" /><category term="Blue" /><category term="living" /><category term="Twista" /><category term="poems" /><category term="days" /><category term="eyes" /><category term="necter" /><category term="summer rain" /><category term="jeans" /><category term="talk" /><category term="honey" /><category term="hands" /><category term="music" /><category term="name" /><category term="happy" /><category term="Easter lilies" /><category term="heart" /><category term="blooms" /><category term="caller ID" /><category term="life" /><category term="lights" /><category term="You" /><category term="sang" /><category term="rain" /><category term="baby" /><category term="call" /><category term="butterfly" /><category term="The Experience" /><category term="poetry" /><category term="colors" /><category term="sugar" /><category term="love" /><category term="tomorrow" /><title>What I love about you.</title><subtitle type="html">This blog is going back to the way it use to be, about poetry and life.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WhatILoveAboutYou" /><feedburner:info uri="whatiloveaboutyou" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGRXs-eCp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-6145761843119971302</id><published>2011-10-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:12:04.550-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:12:04.550-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="like" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eyes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colors" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="positive" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beautiful eye" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hands" /><title>You</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i_768kro9ZBCyDewN5VThkQ9nLY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i_768kro9ZBCyDewN5VThkQ9nLY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i_768kro9ZBCyDewN5VThkQ9nLY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i_768kro9ZBCyDewN5VThkQ9nLY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="western"&gt;
You like to see beautiful things, with your pretty, 
beautiful eyes. You like to see beautiful color, like oranges, reds, 
pinks, yellows, whites, midnight blues, with your pretty, beautiful 
eyes. You like to see love, like children playing, lover holding hands, 
walking together, through those pretty, beautiful eyes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
You like to see everything beautiful through those beautiful eyes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
You
 like to feel soft beautiful things, with your hands. Like the soft 
quilt blanket you had as a child, it was your favorite blanket. You like
 to touch smooth, soft, strong hands of the one your loving. You like to
 touch the smooth, strong, soft skin of the one you’re loving, those 
beautiful hands.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
You 
like to lesion to beautiful music, with your ears. You like to lesion to
 beautiful melodies and beats, with you ears. You like lesion to love 
song, with your beautiful ears. You like to hear positive song, positive
 music, with those beautiful ears. You like to hear the one you love, 
say you name, it makes you heart skip a beat, sometime, with those 
beautiful ear.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
You like
 to say beautiful things, like I love you, to the one you love, through 
your beautiful lips. You like to say positive, beautiful things, like 
how are you, you can, and I love you, to the people, the one you love, 
through your beautiful lips. You like to sing beautiful song, song of 
love, peace, happiness, and joy, through those beautiful lips.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
You
 like to smell beautiful roses and you embrace beautiful love, you 
embrace love, speak love, touch love, smell love, lesion to love, with 
all of your beautiful senses you love. For love lives with in you and 
around you, so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I love you, you are special to me, for you are me, and in you is where my understanding of love begins.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
You will always be in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="page-break-before: always;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-6145761843119971302?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/JHZfykF6EaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6145761843119971302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=6145761843119971302" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/6145761843119971302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/6145761843119971302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/JHZfykF6EaM/you.html" title="You" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQMQ30zfyp7ImA9WhRSE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-7095324611745826890</id><published>2011-09-28T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:53:02.387-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T07:53:02.387-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Believe" /><title>Believe</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iUyk8_gQE5Ykob6hZo_zv0e9mNU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iUyk8_gQE5Ykob6hZo_zv0e9mNU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iUyk8_gQE5Ykob6hZo_zv0e9mNU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iUyk8_gQE5Ykob6hZo_zv0e9mNU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="western"&gt;
In the beginning of this life I’ve been &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Searching for something to believe in.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I found you to believe in,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
And you believed in me,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Before I even found you,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
You believed in me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
When no else would,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
You believed in me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I would just like to say,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Thank you God for believing in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-7095324611745826890?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/NSaof9NQJcs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7095324611745826890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=7095324611745826890" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/7095324611745826890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/7095324611745826890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/NSaof9NQJcs/believe.html" title="Believe" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/believe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMER3YzcSp7ImA9WhRSE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4350404409641496187</id><published>2011-09-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:53:26.889-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T07:53:26.889-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Experience" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="living" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="live" /><title>The Experience</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ia8WHK8fVbh25Z6M8JWvR51q9Yg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ia8WHK8fVbh25Z6M8JWvR51q9Yg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ia8WHK8fVbh25Z6M8JWvR51q9Yg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ia8WHK8fVbh25Z6M8JWvR51q9Yg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Life is an experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Life can be a beautiful experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Life can be an ugly experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I appreciate the experience of life,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Weather beautiful or ugly.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I appreciate life.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Love is an experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Love can be a beautiful experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Love can be an ugly experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Love just is and all ways will be,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Weather beautiful or ugly, love.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I love the experience of love, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I think it’s beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Living is an experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Living can be a beautiful experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Living can be an ugly experience.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I’m thankful for the experience of living,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Weather beautiful or ugly.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I’m thankful for living everyday.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I just want to experience love, live and living to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
I live for experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4350404409641496187?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/az9-1NEXSW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4350404409641496187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4350404409641496187" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4350404409641496187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4350404409641496187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/az9-1NEXSW8/experience.html" title="The Experience" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/experience.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcDQH4zeSp7ImA9WhRSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-1141241750181220997</id><published>2011-09-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:37:51.081-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T05:37:51.081-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="honey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sugar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coffee" /><title>Coffee</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nGGC3OuX7YY_NRrU2YAv2z9yK98/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nGGC3OuX7YY_NRrU2YAv2z9yK98/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nGGC3OuX7YY_NRrU2YAv2z9yK98/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nGGC3OuX7YY_NRrU2YAv2z9yK98/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="western"&gt;
How do you like your coffee?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Do you like it dark with no sugar, no honey,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Or dark with sugar and maybe some honey?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
How do you like your coffee?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Do you like it with a little cream or milk?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Maybe that 2% milk, with some sugar and honey, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Like I like mine but sometime I weather have,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Coffee syrup in my favorite flavor, raspberry, instead,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
Of sugar and honey, sometime.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western"&gt;
But I really would like to know how do you like your coffee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-1141241750181220997?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/c8NSdZCDmyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1141241750181220997/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=1141241750181220997" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/1141241750181220997?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/1141241750181220997?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/c8NSdZCDmyI/coffee.html" title="Coffee" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/coffee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNSH0yeip7ImA9WhRSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4615472533392894830</id><published>2011-09-02T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:38:19.392-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T05:38:19.392-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile" /><title>Hello Love</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a8oJck8ktEFil6HZn2B9f729nVY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a8oJck8ktEFil6HZn2B9f729nVY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a8oJck8ktEFil6HZn2B9f729nVY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a8oJck8ktEFil6HZn2B9f729nVY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hello love,&lt;br /&gt;
How are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;
It’s been a while,&lt;br /&gt;
Scents I see you.&lt;br /&gt;
It’s been a while,&lt;br /&gt;
Scents I held your hand,&lt;br /&gt;
Scents I kiss your lips,&lt;br /&gt;
Scents I’ve been in your,&lt;br /&gt;
Warm, your warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;
Hello love,&lt;br /&gt;
How have you been?&lt;br /&gt;
I hope fine.&lt;br /&gt;
I’ve been doing alright, love,&lt;br /&gt;
But I really do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;
I miss the time you make laugh,&lt;br /&gt;
Especial when I was feeling blue, love.&lt;br /&gt;
I miss making you smile,&lt;br /&gt;
Especial on those inside jokes,&lt;br /&gt;
We use to share.&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you, love.&lt;br /&gt;
Hello love.&lt;br /&gt;
I’m glad to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;
Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4615472533392894830?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/-H3hFTkcMYw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4615472533392894830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4615472533392894830" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4615472533392894830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4615472533392894830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/-H3hFTkcMYw/hello-love.html" title="Hello Love" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYHQHw_eip7ImA9WhRSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-641331315916685602</id><published>2011-02-18T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:38:51.242-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T05:38:51.242-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eyes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile" /><title>When you see me</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ojPnOks_XY4WXnncELvyoxxlDZQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ojPnOks_XY4WXnncELvyoxxlDZQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ojPnOks_XY4WXnncELvyoxxlDZQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ojPnOks_XY4WXnncELvyoxxlDZQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I walk in the room&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I see you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyes, they light up,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your smile, it lights up my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you can’t help it,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You’re happy to see me,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I’m happy to see you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-641331315916685602?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/CrK5E63mFWI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/641331315916685602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=641331315916685602" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/641331315916685602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/641331315916685602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/CrK5E63mFWI/when-you-see-me.html" title="When you see me" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-see-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGRHY9cSp7ImA9WhRSGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-5883864578138602552</id><published>2011-02-16T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:53:45.869-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T14:53:45.869-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eyes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blush" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile" /><title>When I see you</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/INYHbmEl19qbLulS3voT_cUNpp4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/INYHbmEl19qbLulS3voT_cUNpp4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/INYHbmEl19qbLulS3voT_cUNpp4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/INYHbmEl19qbLulS3voT_cUNpp4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I can’t help it,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes light up,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I smile, I blush,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’m happy,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-5883864578138602552?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/oXmW5kZfSAo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5883864578138602552/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=5883864578138602552" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/5883864578138602552?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/5883864578138602552?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/oXmW5kZfSAo/when-i-see-you.html" title="When I see you" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-see-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMQHo5eSp7ImA9WhRSFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-552545599288842691</id><published>2011-02-14T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:06:21.421-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-18T11:06:21.421-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="looking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brown eyes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pretty curly hair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>I’m Just Looking</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1iptVTHBUfCMZicIS_xKjlXcykA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1iptVTHBUfCMZicIS_xKjlXcykA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1iptVTHBUfCMZicIS_xKjlXcykA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1iptVTHBUfCMZicIS_xKjlXcykA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just like to look at guys; especially guys that have looks that are pleasant to the eyes to see. I just like to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t really want to know his name or where he works or even where he live; I just want to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Him and his pretty brown skin and his pretty brown eyes and his pretty curly hair, and I like to look at how tall he is. I just like to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I like to look at him and let my imagination rise in me, let it run wild. Imagine what it would be like in that moment with you. Imagine what it would be like to be loved by him and me loving him, but I’m just looking, right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let my imagination rise with in me for him, let it run wild for him, and I’m just looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-552545599288842691?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/p1mDtNB9tmE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/552545599288842691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=552545599288842691" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/552545599288842691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/552545599288842691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/p1mDtNB9tmE/im-just-looking.html" title="I’m Just Looking" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-just-looking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAFSH0_fSp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-3554767693880786581</id><published>2011-02-11T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:38:39.345-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:38:39.345-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer rain" /><title>Summer Rain</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E216JJNw_f9ScZvI3W-Gj0shtwg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E216JJNw_f9ScZvI3W-Gj0shtwg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E216JJNw_f9ScZvI3W-Gj0shtwg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E216JJNw_f9ScZvI3W-Gj0shtwg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shower me like&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My skin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Try to exurb&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Every drop of you love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I can.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like a child&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I open my mouth&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stick out my tong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And try to taste your drops of love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sunshine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Comes out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And warms my skin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And body.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Warms my spirit,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mind, heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your love so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Summer Rains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-3554767693880786581?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/U_zRoaAxngg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3554767693880786581/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=3554767693880786581" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/3554767693880786581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/3554767693880786581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/U_zRoaAxngg/summer-rain.html" title="Summer Rain" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/summer-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHQn06eyp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4437000249479494009</id><published>2011-02-09T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:38:53.313-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:38:53.313-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="days" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tomorrow" /><title>Tomorrow</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Il8OxeCF3i-5eYXc93KIXwBZNXE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Il8OxeCF3i-5eYXc93KIXwBZNXE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Il8OxeCF3i-5eYXc93KIXwBZNXE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Il8OxeCF3i-5eYXc93KIXwBZNXE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have been in all day, today, and they say it’s going to snow tomorrow, but tomorrow; I’ve got to get out, I’ve got plains, I’ve got to get away, got to explore, got to live life for tomorrow, tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4437000249479494009?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/llKyC_0enmY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4437000249479494009/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4437000249479494009" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4437000249479494009?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4437000249479494009?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/llKyC_0enmY/tomorrow.html" title="Tomorrow" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/tomorrow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAARH04fyp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-9113668774800601069</id><published>2011-02-07T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:39:05.337-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:39:05.337-08:00</app:edited><title>Agape</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8T65RnKEL9GPOwpHKXtnSt7oTRo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8T65RnKEL9GPOwpHKXtnSt7oTRo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8T65RnKEL9GPOwpHKXtnSt7oTRo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8T65RnKEL9GPOwpHKXtnSt7oTRo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Agape adore&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agape adore&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agape love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agape love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His everlasting love for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For God so love the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-9113668774800601069?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/2p7y2MdcxVg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9113668774800601069/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=9113668774800601069" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/9113668774800601069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/9113668774800601069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/2p7y2MdcxVg/agape.html" title="Agape" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/agape.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEABRnY5eyp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4327832621535657241</id><published>2010-07-26T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:39:17.823-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:39:17.823-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apple juice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drink" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><title>Apple Juice</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TOLdrj7nDmahtNfl9dtsA3cBbzU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TOLdrj7nDmahtNfl9dtsA3cBbzU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TOLdrj7nDmahtNfl9dtsA3cBbzU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TOLdrj7nDmahtNfl9dtsA3cBbzU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The other day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The apple juice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was full.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s half full.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I asked you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did you drink it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you said No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You said No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many times&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That I stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I still think&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You drink my&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Apple juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4327832621535657241?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/KrbFuV1QV7Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4327832621535657241/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4327832621535657241" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4327832621535657241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4327832621535657241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/KrbFuV1QV7Y/apple-juice.html" title="Apple Juice" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/apple-juice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8EQXc8eCp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4862616891557091566</id><published>2010-07-19T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:40:00.970-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:40:00.970-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blooms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flower" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>Love</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RJADEn1Y_QgqZe10btgrTxsMJns/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RJADEn1Y_QgqZe10btgrTxsMJns/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RJADEn1Y_QgqZe10btgrTxsMJns/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RJADEn1Y_QgqZe10btgrTxsMJns/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A flower that blooms&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All year round and never stop,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A spiritual feeling&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deep within the soul,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4862616891557091566?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/vxH_UGGIYfE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4862616891557091566/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4862616891557091566" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4862616891557091566?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4862616891557091566?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/vxH_UGGIYfE/love.html" title="Love" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ARnc5fSp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4629026183903430761</id><published>2009-09-09T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:40:47.925-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:40:47.925-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="night" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twista" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cruising" /><title>Summer Night Cruising</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yriKkS7kYx8N1D3ma-FWYMD-45s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yriKkS7kYx8N1D3ma-FWYMD-45s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yriKkS7kYx8N1D3ma-FWYMD-45s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yriKkS7kYx8N1D3ma-FWYMD-45s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It’s 11:45 on the dot&lt;br /&gt;
I just got off of work&lt;br /&gt;
I’m driving down&lt;br /&gt;
State Ave. on a&lt;br /&gt;
Summer night&lt;br /&gt;
Lessoning to Sean Paul&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m still in love with you”&lt;br /&gt;
And as I’m lessoning&lt;br /&gt;
I start daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;
About going to Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;
Or the Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;
And you cross my mined&lt;br /&gt;
And thought about all the things&lt;br /&gt;
That I would want to do,&lt;br /&gt;
All the thing I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;
When you cross my mined.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s 11:49 and&lt;br /&gt;
I’m turning on to 59th street&lt;br /&gt;
And Twister song comes on&lt;br /&gt;
“Slow jams”&lt;br /&gt;
And I’m really thinking&lt;br /&gt;
About you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s 11:50&lt;br /&gt;
Twister still playing&lt;br /&gt;
Hot summer night&lt;br /&gt;
And your still playing&lt;br /&gt;
In my mined&lt;br /&gt;
As I’m cruising home on&lt;br /&gt;
A summer night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4629026183903430761?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/alFncCZP--Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4629026183903430761/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4629026183903430761" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4629026183903430761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4629026183903430761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/alFncCZP--Y/summer-night-cruising.html" title="Summer Night Cruising" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-night-cruising.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8DRHY_cSp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4583732029264551635</id><published>2009-09-04T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:41:15.849-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:41:15.849-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="call" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phone" /><title>She hung up the phone</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KoVZWN4wcKc19RbMOv3yodCJQ54/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KoVZWN4wcKc19RbMOv3yodCJQ54/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KoVZWN4wcKc19RbMOv3yodCJQ54/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KoVZWN4wcKc19RbMOv3yodCJQ54/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I called you&lt;br /&gt;
The other&lt;br /&gt;
Day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some girl&lt;br /&gt;
Answered the&lt;br /&gt;
Phone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I&lt;br /&gt;
Asked for&lt;br /&gt;
You.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She hung&lt;br /&gt;
Up the&lt;br /&gt;
Phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4583732029264551635?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/7ZvhGnIJFy8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4583732029264551635/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4583732029264551635" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4583732029264551635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4583732029264551635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/7ZvhGnIJFy8/she-hung-up-phone.html" title="She hung up the phone" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-hung-up-phone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4FRHk8fSp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-5293333809564477005</id><published>2009-08-27T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:41:55.775-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:41:55.775-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skyline" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ocean" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blue" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweater" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jeans" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="midnight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><title>Blue</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1WPkmhwQMpmP2erwZjPRyr7fvFU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1WPkmhwQMpmP2erwZjPRyr7fvFU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1WPkmhwQMpmP2erwZjPRyr7fvFU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1WPkmhwQMpmP2erwZjPRyr7fvFU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Blue like the blue, light blue, dark blue sweater that your wearing that show your upper form of your body off well and looks good on you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blue like the blue jeans that you wear that fit you right and show your lower form off well to and even though those jeans are kind of old, you take care of them, they look good on you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blue like your favorite dark blue coffee cup that you drink out of every morning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blue like the morning sky that wake me,&lt;br /&gt;
That wakes me.&lt;br /&gt;
Blue like, blue like, blue like.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blue like the midnight sky.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blue like the ocean skyline.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blue like, blue like, blue like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-5293333809564477005?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/KhuoMCi9K3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5293333809564477005/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=5293333809564477005" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/5293333809564477005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/5293333809564477005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/KhuoMCi9K3c/blue.html" title="Blue" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4HRXg_eCp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4755789382772780564</id><published>2009-08-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:42:14.640-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:42:14.640-08:00</app:edited><title>Hour</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/131TZLLTq9Ta8nf0lSgDA8Qalz0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/131TZLLTq9Ta8nf0lSgDA8Qalz0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/131TZLLTq9Ta8nf0lSgDA8Qalz0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/131TZLLTq9Ta8nf0lSgDA8Qalz0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The beginning&lt;br /&gt;
The end&lt;br /&gt;
Not enough&lt;br /&gt;
Forever&lt;br /&gt;
So much&lt;br /&gt;
So little&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The beginning of an hour&lt;br /&gt;
The end of an hour&lt;br /&gt;
An hour can seem like forever&lt;br /&gt;
There’s so much to do in an hour&lt;br /&gt;
There’s so little to do in hour&lt;br /&gt;
The hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4755789382772780564?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/-9zT03DAelg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4755789382772780564/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4755789382772780564" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4755789382772780564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4755789382772780564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/-9zT03DAelg/hour.html" title="Hour" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/hour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NRnszfSp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4608647123381823830</id><published>2009-08-12T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:43:17.585-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:43:17.585-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beautiful" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="butterfly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="necter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Easter lilies" /><title>Butterfly</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XwgzTKn-jj5ES98UpnHBPfvE74M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XwgzTKn-jj5ES98UpnHBPfvE74M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XwgzTKn-jj5ES98UpnHBPfvE74M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XwgzTKn-jj5ES98UpnHBPfvE74M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hey Butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;
Land upon my figure,&lt;br /&gt;
And let me see your colors.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;
Fly so high,&lt;br /&gt;
And land upon the white Easter lilies,&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll watch, as you drink the nectar from them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For it is all apart of your beautiful nature,&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful butterfly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4608647123381823830?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/0STtvpiTerM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4608647123381823830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4608647123381823830" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4608647123381823830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4608647123381823830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/0STtvpiTerM/butterfly.html" title="Butterfly" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterfly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcHQ34zcCp7ImA9WhRRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-3815910188890208181</id><published>2009-08-07T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:43:52.088-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T12:43:52.088-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="song" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sang" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>Love Song</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9sXkrA_-HhHY9MO_U1V6o02_s4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9sXkrA_-HhHY9MO_U1V6o02_s4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9sXkrA_-HhHY9MO_U1V6o02_s4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9sXkrA_-HhHY9MO_U1V6o02_s4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sang another love song for me.&lt;br /&gt;
Sang another love song baby for me.&lt;br /&gt;
A love song so sweet pour&lt;br /&gt;
From your heart that it melts&lt;br /&gt;
My heart away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sang another love song for me.&lt;br /&gt;
Sang another love song baby for me.&lt;br /&gt;
Baby I love you,&lt;br /&gt;
Baby I need you,&lt;br /&gt;
And I know you love, need, me to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, Sang another love song for me.&lt;br /&gt;
Sang another love song baby for me,&lt;br /&gt;
For me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-3815910188890208181?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/V6XUDjz6xo0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3815910188890208181/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=3815910188890208181" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/3815910188890208181?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/3815910188890208181?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/V6XUDjz6xo0/love-song.html" title="Love Song" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-song.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENRHY7eyp7ImA9WxJaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-310880647384838043</id><published>2009-08-01T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:04:55.803-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-03T11:04:55.803-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caller ID" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>He hasn’t called yet</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zbfox9B4uLmZoDuqJtex8_Ai2Ts/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zbfox9B4uLmZoDuqJtex8_Ai2Ts/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zbfox9B4uLmZoDuqJtex8_Ai2Ts/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zbfox9B4uLmZoDuqJtex8_Ai2Ts/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He hasn’t called yet,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if maybe he loss&lt;br /&gt;My number, or maybe&lt;br /&gt;He has called, but on&lt;br /&gt;The caller ID his number&lt;br /&gt;Show up unknown, and&lt;br /&gt;I don’t answer unknown&lt;br /&gt;Calls, but I want to&lt;br /&gt;Hear from him,&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;So, why hasn’t he called yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-310880647384838043?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/-h4kg9UUx2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/310880647384838043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=310880647384838043" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/310880647384838043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/310880647384838043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/-h4kg9UUx2w/he-hasnt-called-yet.html" title="He hasn’t called yet" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-hasnt-called-yet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NQnc-eip7ImA9WxJbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-8717325822945941569</id><published>2009-07-30T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:44:53.952-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T10:44:53.952-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="name" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talk" /><title>Love Talking to You</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n16CBSatfo0DBTUYWZ92qs05KTg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n16CBSatfo0DBTUYWZ92qs05KTg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n16CBSatfo0DBTUYWZ92qs05KTg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n16CBSatfo0DBTUYWZ92qs05KTg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There he was, standing there,&lt;br /&gt;I see his face and&lt;br /&gt;I waved at him&lt;br /&gt;And then I said his name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talk,&lt;br /&gt;Then we share&lt;br /&gt;In this moment,&lt;br /&gt;And I love talking&lt;br /&gt;To him, and him to me.&lt;br /&gt;I use to see his face&lt;br /&gt;I use to love to say&lt;br /&gt;His name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I use to love talking&lt;br /&gt;To him and him to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to see&lt;br /&gt;His face,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to say&lt;br /&gt;His name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t even&lt;br /&gt;Want to talk to him&lt;br /&gt;And him to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than again I don’t,&lt;br /&gt;But than again I don’t&lt;br /&gt;Cause I use to love talking&lt;br /&gt;To him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye,&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye!&lt;br /&gt;Bye; bye, bye, bye.&lt;br /&gt;Bye love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-8717325822945941569?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/SZP80d0P9-8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8717325822945941569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=8717325822945941569" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/8717325822945941569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/8717325822945941569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/SZP80d0P9-8/love-talking-to-you.html" title="Love Talking to You" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-talking-to-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AASHw5fCp7ImA9WxJbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-4600626395831902587</id><published>2009-07-28T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:35:49.224-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-28T12:35:49.224-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>Baby</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Trceaxznl37_z1-TamUJgOYyIXU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Trceaxznl37_z1-TamUJgOYyIXU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Trceaxznl37_z1-TamUJgOYyIXU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Trceaxznl37_z1-TamUJgOYyIXU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Baby I love you;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I like the way&lt;br /&gt;You love me;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you are the one&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Baby Baba&lt;br /&gt;Baby I want you;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I need you;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you complete me.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Baby Baba&lt;br /&gt;Baby Bady Baba&lt;br /&gt;Baby I&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-4600626395831902587?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/5-JYd735Jpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4600626395831902587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=4600626395831902587" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4600626395831902587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/4600626395831902587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/5-JYd735Jpw/baby.html" title="Baby" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ASHw4cCp7ImA9WxJbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-3325261398125288971</id><published>2009-07-24T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:52:29.238-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-24T10:52:29.238-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>Cool spring night</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JeHEUe6udNMrK8I1EfNASMWYPZQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JeHEUe6udNMrK8I1EfNASMWYPZQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JeHEUe6udNMrK8I1EfNASMWYPZQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JeHEUe6udNMrK8I1EfNASMWYPZQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He was like a nice&lt;br /&gt;Cool spring night the&lt;br /&gt;Nice cool breeze blowing&lt;br /&gt;All over me and all&lt;br /&gt;Through me.&lt;br /&gt;Then the wind begin&lt;br /&gt;To grow strong as&lt;br /&gt;The night carried on.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like a storm&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the North&lt;br /&gt;East heading to the&lt;br /&gt;South East.&lt;br /&gt;The April shower&lt;br /&gt;Begin to rain&lt;br /&gt;On his parade.&lt;br /&gt;He tries to keep it&lt;br /&gt;Going but the parade&lt;br /&gt;Was canceled,&lt;br /&gt;For the rain and lighting,&lt;br /&gt;And thundering would not&lt;br /&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;Until the next morning,&lt;br /&gt;When sun raised, and&lt;br /&gt;Me like a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Flower, that bloomed again,&lt;br /&gt;With a whole new vision&lt;br /&gt;Of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-3325261398125288971?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/euNSSvepHIQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3325261398125288971/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=3325261398125288971" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/3325261398125288971?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/3325261398125288971?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/euNSSvepHIQ/cool-spring-night.html" title="Cool spring night" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/cool-spring-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGSHg9eCp7ImA9WxJbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-7209439448789940268</id><published>2009-07-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:37:09.660-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-23T10:37:09.660-07:00</app:edited><title>I still thank about you</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CTp1xLz5igmIxuH6W2olxlXwSHY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CTp1xLz5igmIxuH6W2olxlXwSHY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CTp1xLz5igmIxuH6W2olxlXwSHY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CTp1xLz5igmIxuH6W2olxlXwSHY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you&lt;br /&gt;Not here beside me&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I still think about you.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Your deep brown skin,&lt;br /&gt;Your sexy almond shaped eye&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I still think about you.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you,&lt;br /&gt;From time to time,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m doing me hair&lt;br /&gt;Or putting on my lip-gloss,&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I still think of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-7209439448789940268?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/76Yp-rLgF-A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7209439448789940268/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=7209439448789940268" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/7209439448789940268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/7209439448789940268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/76Yp-rLgF-A/i-still-thank-about-you.html" title="I still thank about you" /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-still-thank-about-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFRnsyeip7ImA9WxJbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19183759.post-2296722222903176655</id><published>2009-07-22T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:45:17.592-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-22T10:45:17.592-07:00</app:edited><title>I love the way you walk.</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aqPlFpIo1ebpJV-02g6Hxb8Nago/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aqPlFpIo1ebpJV-02g6Hxb8Nago/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aqPlFpIo1ebpJV-02g6Hxb8Nago/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aqPlFpIo1ebpJV-02g6Hxb8Nago/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love you way you walk,&lt;br /&gt;the way you move.&lt;br /&gt;It seem to move me to want to&lt;br /&gt;walk beside you and share a&lt;br /&gt;moment with you, but as I&lt;br /&gt;stand here watching you stride&lt;br /&gt;that’s almost graceful and elegant&lt;br /&gt;but yet masculine and beautiful and&lt;br /&gt;your smile seem to brighten up&lt;br /&gt;my day and those eye&lt;br /&gt;seem to send butterfly&lt;br /&gt;all through me, brother,&lt;br /&gt;brother do you even&lt;br /&gt;know what you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you walk,&lt;br /&gt;the way you move,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19183759-2296722222903176655?l=tamalasjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~4/_5C8l6Rp-A4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2296722222903176655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19183759&amp;postID=2296722222903176655" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/2296722222903176655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19183759/posts/default/2296722222903176655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhatILoveAboutYou/~3/_5C8l6Rp-A4/i-love-way-you-walk.html" title="I love the way you walk." /><author><name>Tamila Harris</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103859361082880939307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HE53ZIxKcTk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a7HRgU3ixL8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tamalasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-way-you-walk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

