<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378</id><updated>2024-10-25T00:10:04.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>`````LOVE``````````````````</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-8950570073553357967</id><published>2010-01-30T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:20:15.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St.Valentine story{love}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjan8uQsuvQCdZX0WX31-B1HEoo5CBT91PMTtiPYiRCvXCL57_yu50SNYU_s-6OYQFGQAFQfjwL2ux2ryz85IouHXun6rJ2_5wBaq7d1ej_CdrzNazG6Bq_EqGmC3CBOsY9Fp8mgTrn6xFO/s1600-h/valentine-day-main-image.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432800212047554930&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;St.Valentine story{love}&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjan8uQsuvQCdZX0WX31-B1HEoo5CBT91PMTtiPYiRCvXCL57_yu50SNYU_s-6OYQFGQAFQfjwL2ux2ryz85IouHXun6rJ2_5wBaq7d1ej_CdrzNazG6Bq_EqGmC3CBOsY9Fp8mgTrn6xFO/s320/valentine-day-main-image.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Let me introduce myself. My name is Valentine. I lived in Rome during the third century. That was long, long ago! At that time, Rome was ruled by an emperor named Claudius. I didn&#39;t like Emperor Claudius, and I wasn&#39;t the only one! A lot of people shared my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Claudius wanted to have a big army. He expected men to volunteer to join. Many men just did not want to fight in wars. They did not want to leave their wives and families. As you might have guessed, not many men signed up. This made Claudius furious. So what happened? He had a crazy idea. He thought that if men were not married, they would not mind joining the army. So Claudius decided not to allow any more marriages. Young people thought his new law was cruel. I thought it was preposterous! I certainly wasn&#39;t going to support that law!&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I was a priest? One of my favorite activities was to marry couples. Even after Emperor Claudius passed his law, I kept on performing marriage ceremonies -- secretly, of course. It was really quite exciting. Imagine a small candlelit room with only the bride and groom and myself. We would whisper the words of the ceremony, listening all the while for the steps of soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;One night, we did hear footsteps. It was scary! Thank goodness the couple I was marrying escaped in time. I was caught. (Not quite as light on my feet as I used to be, I guess.) I was thrown in jail and told that my punishment was death.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stay cheerful. And do you know what? Wonderful things happened. Many young people came to the jail to visit me. They threw flowers and notes up to my window. They wanted me to know that they, too, believed in love.&lt;br /&gt;One of these young people was the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to visit me in the cell. Sometimes we would sit and talk for hours. She helped me to keep my spirits up. She agreed that I did the right thing by ignoring the Emperor and going ahead with the secret marriages. On the day I was to die, I left my friend a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. I signed it, &quot;Love from your Valentine.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that note started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine&#39;s Day. It was written on the day I died, February 14, 269 A.D. Now, every year on this day, people remember. But most importantly, they think about love and friendship. And when they think of Emperor Claudius, they remember how he tried to stand in the way of love, and they laugh -- because they know that love can&#39;t be beaten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/8950570073553357967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/8950570073553357967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/stvalentine-storylove.html' title='St.Valentine story{love}'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjan8uQsuvQCdZX0WX31-B1HEoo5CBT91PMTtiPYiRCvXCL57_yu50SNYU_s-6OYQFGQAFQfjwL2ux2ryz85IouHXun6rJ2_5wBaq7d1ej_CdrzNazG6Bq_EqGmC3CBOsY9Fp8mgTrn6xFO/s72-c/valentine-day-main-image.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-7084161146160870405</id><published>2010-01-26T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:06:10.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to say i love you(valetine day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipygFVK-_WN5Ha7pOieuNDN-DMQQ4cw0EK3n-cmjAsv9xQfDqe4JENpA-yilEfkjjwE2dN0Nqf520i067tHrvBOXVVrqDdsBFVITsC4P8Xa-OdfAB7G0IEJWImeI-idGDTgvCpow5PBRm4/s1600-h/81d30509eec88e000079.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipygFVK-_WN5Ha7pOieuNDN-DMQQ4cw0EK3n-cmjAsv9xQfDqe4JENpA-yilEfkjjwE2dN0Nqf520i067tHrvBOXVVrqDdsBFVITsC4P8Xa-OdfAB7G0IEJWImeI-idGDTgvCpow5PBRm4/s320/81d30509eec88e000079.gif&quot; alt=&quot;how to say i love you(valetine day)&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430987452358267378&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;If you have finally decided to propose here are some ideas to help you         make that special moment an occasion to cherish for life. But only get         inspired by these ideas and use your own judgement about the way you         would like to say ‘I love you&#39;. Do anything that delights your         beloved and improve your chances of hearing, “I love you too&#39; for         an answer. Remember, if everything goes well then this moment is going         to be recounted a number of times to friends, relatives, children and         even grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide how you will deliver the message. If your partner loves             text messages or emails, consider a cyber-expression. Else plan a             fun-filled evening together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Choose the time of meeting with care. Select a time when your             partner is relaxed and happy. Avoid choosing a time when the person             is stressed or upset.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Select a romantic place for the meeting. A place that is liked             by both of you would be a better option.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Set a romantic tone for the meeting. Give subtle hints to your             partner about what is about to come and create a feeling of             excitement in him or her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don&#39;t make the setting too overwhelming for the person. Keep it             simple and focus on moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Be calm. Try to hide your nervousness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Propose in your own charming style. Don&#39;t hold yourself and do             anything you feel like doing to express your feelings for your             partner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You may write a romantic poem for him or her. If you are feeling             too nervous you may record your voice in cassette. You can send it             or play it before the person and watch the reaction. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It is seen that whispering those three golden words has a             magical effect. You may try the trick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Back the ‘I Love You&#39; message with solid and genuine reason             why you love your partner. This will have a greater impact.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Be ready for a celebration with flowers or champagne when you             hear a ‘YES&#39; for an answer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/7084161146160870405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/7084161146160870405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-say-i-love-youvaletine-day.html' title='how to say i love you(valetine day)'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipygFVK-_WN5Ha7pOieuNDN-DMQQ4cw0EK3n-cmjAsv9xQfDqe4JENpA-yilEfkjjwE2dN0Nqf520i067tHrvBOXVVrqDdsBFVITsC4P8Xa-OdfAB7G0IEJWImeI-idGDTgvCpow5PBRm4/s72-c/81d30509eec88e000079.gif" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-1353261256074130511</id><published>2010-01-26T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:54:43.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of ROMEO &amp; JULIET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXO53HyEecj2DU-CxLEQaO4Um5880pXxhnsMNOi2ABqS45muqsiGYPBGBL1XQd2RZkjt3h7efOFp9KPjw7LC-KrKGj5xiaJ6twBXxUMiGVW_14uGX1L7p5_i3JPY7e1YnM4YRACTPfG4Oz/s1600-h/03.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXO53HyEecj2DU-CxLEQaO4Um5880pXxhnsMNOi2ABqS45muqsiGYPBGBL1XQd2RZkjt3h7efOFp9KPjw7LC-KrKGj5xiaJ6twBXxUMiGVW_14uGX1L7p5_i3JPY7e1YnM4YRACTPfG4Oz/s320/03.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;The Story of ROMEO &amp;amp; JULIET&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430984596106048146&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;In the town of Verona lived two families, the Capulets and the Montagues, engaged in a bitter feud. Among the Montagues was Romeo, a hot-blooded lad with an eye for the ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Romeo was recounting for his friends his love for Rosaline, a haughty beauty from a well-to-do family. Romeo&#39;s friends chided him for his &quot;love of love&quot; but agreed to a plan to attend the feast of the Capulets&#39;, a costume party where Rosaline was expected to make an appearance. The disguises would provide Romeo and his friends a bit of sport and the opportunity to gaze undetected upon the fair Rosaline. Once there, however, Romeo&#39;s eyes fell upon Juliet, and he thought of Rosaline no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking around to learn the identity of Juliet, Romeo&#39;s voice is recognized by Tybalt, a member of the Capulet clan. Tybalt calls for his sword, but the elder Capulet intervenes, insisting that no blood be shed in his home. So Romeo is tolerated long enough to find an opportunity to speak to Juliet alone, still unaware of her identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He begs for an opportunity to kiss her hand. She relents. He presses his case, desiring her lips. She has no breath to stop him. Interrupted by the girl&#39;s nurse, Romeo learns the name of his heart&#39;s desire: Juliet Capulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision of Juliet now invades his every thought. Unable to sleep, Romeo returns late that night to the bedroom window of his love, hiding in the bushes below. There, he is surprised to find Juliet on the balcony, professing her love for him and wishing that he were not a Montague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;Deny thy father and refuse thy name. . .&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s a Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,&lt;br /&gt;Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part&lt;br /&gt;Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s in a name? That which we call a rose&lt;br /&gt;By any other name would smell as sweet. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo appears from the bushes, ready to deny his name and profess his love. The two agree to meet at nine o-clock the next morning to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the next morning, Romeo appears at the cell of Friar Lawrence begging the friar to marry him to Juliet. Friar Lawrence does not take Romeo seriously at first, but he is soon impressed with Romeo&#39;s sincerity. The Friar agrees to perform the ceremony, praying that the union might someday put an end to the feud between the two households. Still, he advises Romeo keep the marriage a secret for a time. Romeo and Juliet are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, Romeo chances upon his friend Mercutio arguing with Tybalt in the public square. Spying Romeo, Tybalt tries to taunt him into a fight. Romeo has no desire to harm the kinsman of his new wife. Mercutio is stunned and embarrassed by Romeo&#39;s soft words and draws his sword. Romeo tries to restrain his friend, but Tybalt thrusts his sword underneath Romeo&#39;s arm, stabbing Mercutio. Tybalt then flees with his friends. The wound is worse than at first suspected. &quot;Ask for me tomorrow,&quot; says Mercutio, &quot;and you shall find me a grave man.&quot; He dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tybalt returns still cursing the unexpectedly reluctant Romeo. But Romeo is reluctant no longer, drawing his sword and slaying Tybalt. The moment Tybalt falls, Romeo realizes he has made a terrible mistake: &quot;O, I am fortune&#39;s fool!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate, Romeo rushes to Friar Lawrence who advises him to travel to Mantua until things cool down. He promises to inform Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet receives the news of Tybalt&#39;s death and Romeo&#39;s exile. She dares not mention her marriage to her father now. Then, she receives more bad news. Her father has decided it is time for her to marry. He has selected a suitor: Paris, a kinsman of Mercutio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet, too, rushes to Friar Lawrence for counsel. The good Friar launches an elaborate plot. Juliet should agree to marry Paris. She will then take a sleeping potion, which will simulate death for three days. Her body will be placed in a tomb while she is mourned, and the Friar will send word to Romeo. Romeo will arrive in time to rescue her. The celebration over her return to life will provide an opportunity to explain about the marriage and the circumstances surrounding Tybalt&#39;s death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot proceeds according to plan, and the wedding preparations for Paris and Juliet give way to solemn funeral arrangements. But the Friar&#39;s letter to Romeo fails to reach him before he hears of Juliet&#39;s death. Romeo obtains a poison from an apothecary and travels to Verona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the cover of darkness, he breaks into Juliet&#39;s tomb. They are alone for only a moment. Paris, who also had come to mourn Juliet, interrupts, and believing Romeo to be a grave robber, draws his sword. The two men fight, and Paris is killed. Dying, Paris asks that his body be placed next to Juliet&#39;s. Only now recognizing Paris, the guilt stricken Romeo obliges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Romeo kisses the lips of his Juliet one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes, look your last.&lt;br /&gt;Arms, take your last embrace.&lt;br /&gt;And, lips, O you the doors of breath,&lt;br /&gt;Seal with a righteous kiss&lt;br /&gt;A dateless bargain to engrossing death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo thanks the apothecary for his skill and drinks the poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effects of the sleeping potion wear off, and Juliet awakens calling for Romeo. Finding him next to her, dead, with a cup in his hand, she guesses what has transpired. She tries to kiss the poison from his lips, but failing that, unsheathes his dagger and plunges it into her breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friar Lawrence learns that Romeo has not received his letter and rushes to Juliet&#39;s tomb to rescue her. He discovers the tomb already open and finds the sad contents within. Soon the Friar is joined by the Night Watchman, who had been alerted to the disturbance. Then the families gather around the star-crossed lovers. The Friar&#39;s mournful account of their death shames the two families into ending their feud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/1353261256074130511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/1353261256074130511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/story-of-romeo-juliet.html' title='The Story of ROMEO &amp; JULIET'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXO53HyEecj2DU-CxLEQaO4Um5880pXxhnsMNOi2ABqS45muqsiGYPBGBL1XQd2RZkjt3h7efOFp9KPjw7LC-KrKGj5xiaJ6twBXxUMiGVW_14uGX1L7p5_i3JPY7e1YnM4YRACTPfG4Oz/s72-c/03.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-6636932897377469932</id><published>2010-01-22T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:16:28.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovemeter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;Love Calculator code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6636932897377469932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6636932897377469932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/lovemeter.html' title='lovemeter'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5GR7KPu7fclbdnGuHdtmTWV94N2lpKW2fCb9vaoanOtLI4UnktAxdMLXNjMJ8sQ8_f8bML23gxXSV6d_EGjxB27ahLIghGtNY2BHt3xpIl_Fa3v_6qAhig9D1MEn7cWJmrtVz37OqEkf/s72-c/mzl.nhmvkaet.480x480-75.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-2361437204476655569</id><published>2010-01-22T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T03:28:10.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAINT VALINETINE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTx78mo9Y_2ZqMzryLbfE4CvFPjpGIFlFQ8kBZ4OIXdOyQio3-nEZw-sOWiKMr-ux5PxCzFg_69N6XJvuzev0wimylNP9YBjaRO59ZSRssDD_5IDs5QxCiL7-bctkDRJ387pimauSWZNY/s1600-h/SaintMichael.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429524348844769714&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTx78mo9Y_2ZqMzryLbfE4CvFPjpGIFlFQ8kBZ4OIXdOyQio3-nEZw-sOWiKMr-ux5PxCzFg_69N6XJvuzev0wimylNP9YBjaRO59ZSRssDD_5IDs5QxCiL7-bctkDRJ387pimauSWZNY/s320/SaintMichael.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;The History of Saint Valentine&#39;s Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine&#39;s Day started in the time of the Roman Empire. In ancient Rome, February 14th was a holiday to honour Juno. Juno was the Queen of the Roman Gods and Goddesses. The Romans also knew her as the Goddess of women and marriage. The following day, February 15th, began the Feast of Lupercalia.&lt;br /&gt;The lives of young boys and girls were strictly separate. However, one of the customs of the young people was name drawing. On the eve of the festival of Lupercalia the names of Roman girls were written on slips of paper and placed into jars. Each young man would draw a girl&#39;s name from the jar and would then be partners for the duration of the festival with the girl whom he chose. Sometimes the pairing of the children lasted an entire year, and often, they would fall in love and would later marry.&lt;br /&gt;Under the rule of Emperor Claudius II Rome was involved in many bloody and unpopular campaigns. Claudius the Cruel was having a difficult time getting soldiers to join his military leagues. He believed that the reason was that roman men did not want to leave their loves or families. As a result, Claudius cancelled all marriages and engagements in Rome. The good Saint Valentine was a priest at Rome in the days of Claudius II. He and Saint Marius aided the Christian martyrs and secretly married couples, and for this kind deed Saint Valentine was apprehended and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off. He suffered martyrdom on the 14th day of February, about the year 270. At that time it was the custom in Rome, a very ancient custom, indeed, to celebrate in the month of February the Lupercalia, feasts in honour of a heathen god. On these occasions, amidst a variety of pagan ceremonies, the names of young women were placed in a box, from which they were drawn by the men as chance directed.&lt;br /&gt;The pastors of the early Christian Church in Rome endeavoured to do away with the pagan element in these feasts by substituting the names of saints for those of maidens. And as the Lupercalia began about the middle of February, the pastors appear to have chosen Saint Valentine&#39;s Day for the celebration of this new feaSt. So it seems that the custom of young men choosing maidens for valentines, or saints as patrons for the coming year, arose in this way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/2361437204476655569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/2361437204476655569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/saint-valinetine-day.html' title='SAINT VALINETINE DAY'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTx78mo9Y_2ZqMzryLbfE4CvFPjpGIFlFQ8kBZ4OIXdOyQio3-nEZw-sOWiKMr-ux5PxCzFg_69N6XJvuzev0wimylNP9YBjaRO59ZSRssDD_5IDs5QxCiL7-bctkDRJ387pimauSWZNY/s72-c/SaintMichael.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-5445995595995384087</id><published>2010-01-22T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T03:19:44.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALINETINE HISTORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3BW8LmfGIjwIh7_WJOcK-oAXVslg1K9lYNbUkUEsY_hlP_mpO3tlnp-oVPlFMr9NeNZUjIHg0vSQtkCBeJSNym1HpQDY5HeKN00A10M9hWpiulL_dsRXeoMktWVfL-pReLKV4a-vctSo/s1600-h/ValentineCupidMendingHearts.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429522059274224866&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;VALINETINE HISTORY&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3BW8LmfGIjwIh7_WJOcK-oAXVslg1K9lYNbUkUEsY_hlP_mpO3tlnp-oVPlFMr9NeNZUjIHg0vSQtkCBeJSNym1HpQDY5HeKN00A10M9hWpiulL_dsRXeoMktWVfL-pReLKV4a-vctSo/s320/ValentineCupidMendingHearts.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday? The history of Valentine&#39;s Day — and its patron saint — is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine&#39;s Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men — his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine&#39;s actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured.&lt;br /&gt;According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first &#39;valentine&#39; greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl — who may have been his jailor&#39;s daughter — who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed &#39;From your Valentine,&#39; an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It&#39;s no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France.&lt;br /&gt;While some believe that Valentine&#39;s Day is celebrated in the middle of February to commemorate the anniversary of Valentine&#39;s death or burial — which probably occurred around 270 A.D — others claim that the Christian church may have decided to celebrate Valentine&#39;s feast day in the middle of February in an effort to &#39;christianize&#39; celebrations of the pagan Lupercalia festival. In ancient Rome, February was the official beginning of spring and was considered a time for purification. Houses were ritually cleansed by sweeping them out and then sprinkling salt and a type of wheat called spelt throughout their interiors. Lupercalia, which began at the ides of February, February 15, was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To begin the festival, members of the Luperci, an order of Roman priests, would gather at the sacred cave where the infants Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome, were believed to have been cared for by a she-wolf or lupa. The priests would then sacrifice a goat, for fertility, and a dog, for purification.&lt;br /&gt;The boys then sliced the goat&#39;s hide into strips, dipped them in the sacrificial blood and took to the streets, gently slapping both women and fields of crops with the goathide strips. Far from being fearful, Roman women welcomed being touched with the hides because it was believed the strips would make them more fertile in the coming year. Later in the day, according to legend, all the young women in the city would place their names in a big urn. The city&#39;s bachelors would then each choose a name out of the urn and become paired for the year with his chosen woman. These matches often ended in marriage. Pope Gelasius declared February 14 St. Valentine&#39;s Day around 498 A.D. The Roman &#39;lottery&#39; system for romantic pairing was deemed un-Christian and outlawed. Later, during the Middle Ages, it was commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds&#39; mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February — Valentine&#39;s Day — should be a day for romance. The oldest known valentine still in existence today was a poem written by Charles, Duke of Orleans to his wife while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London following his capture at the Battle of Agincourt. The greeting, which was written in 1415, is part of the manuscript collection of the British Library in London, England. Several years later, it is believed that King Henry V hired a writer named John Lydgate to compose a valentine note to Catherine of Valois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#663300;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Great Britain, Valentine&#39;s Day began to be popularly celebrated around the seventeenth century. By the middle of the eighteenth century, it was common for friends and lovers in all social classes to exchange small tokens of affection or handwritten notes. By the end of the century, printed cards began to replace written letters due to improvements in printing technology. Ready-made cards were an easy way for people to express their emotions in a time when direct expression of one&#39;s feelings was discouraged. Cheaper postage rates also contributed to an increase in the popularity of sending Valentine&#39;s Day greetings. Americans probably began exchanging hand-made valentines in the early 1700s. In the 1840s, Esther A. Howland began to sell the first mass-produced valentines in America.&lt;br /&gt;According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine&#39;s Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. (An estimated 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas.)&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 85 percent of all valentines are purchased by women. In addition to the United States, Valentine&#39;s Day is celebrated in Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, France, and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine greetings were popular as far back as the Middle Ages (written Valentine&#39;s didn&#39;t begin to appear until after 1400), and the oldest known Valentine card is on display at the British Museum. The first commercial Valentine&#39;s Day greeting cards produced in the U.S. were created in the 1840s by Esther A. Howland. Howland, known as the Mother of the Valentine, made elaborate creations with real lace, ribbons and colorful pictures known as &quot;scrap&quot;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/5445995595995384087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/5445995595995384087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/valinetine-history.html' title='VALINETINE HISTORY'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3BW8LmfGIjwIh7_WJOcK-oAXVslg1K9lYNbUkUEsY_hlP_mpO3tlnp-oVPlFMr9NeNZUjIHg0vSQtkCBeJSNym1HpQDY5HeKN00A10M9hWpiulL_dsRXeoMktWVfL-pReLKV4a-vctSo/s72-c/ValentineCupidMendingHearts.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-78546830606340607</id><published>2010-01-22T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T03:08:06.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8eQFUo6gR-anSnp7HMCMbvqcFNw7FTx8NEfOfS4WvxK-pDVgga37QQiGXM3mF9ff4flMPyybVBcwZDQmnADZVn9X5ldwcn_n5i8iNcg1IAWxp4wrx__rZTYY70jcYdIWUpA1kQTSOaW6/s1600-h/257-love-is-a-flower.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429519196769753026&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;Love flower&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8eQFUo6gR-anSnp7HMCMbvqcFNw7FTx8NEfOfS4WvxK-pDVgga37QQiGXM3mF9ff4flMPyybVBcwZDQmnADZVn9X5ldwcn_n5i8iNcg1IAWxp4wrx__rZTYY70jcYdIWUpA1kQTSOaW6/s320/257-love-is-a-flower.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your best friend&#39;s birthday tomorrow or you want to present simple anniversary gifts, then opt for the flower delivery system. You can easily choose from the varied online portals offering you different kinds of flowers. If its birthday, you can you opt for Birth Month Flowers like The Carnations. The carnation, such as the rose, is a flower which is well associated with weddings and love. Flower delivery systems take a new look during the Valentine&#39;s Day with the varied floral arrangements. You can also opt for living flower bouquet can be kept fresh longer by Submerging the stems, then cut about (25 mm) underwater which helps in removal of clogged stem tissue and thereby preventing the air from getting into the newly cut tissue.The beauty of these flowers flourishes as it continues to be popular and can be practically used to fill in any bouquet. The red carnation looks beautiful with any flower, further more if you want you can use Distinguished layers of petals in available in variety of hues. Birthday Flower delivery can be made more attractive and appealing if they are send in gift baskets accompanied by a wide assortment of choclates or fruits.&lt;br /&gt;google_protectAndRun(&quot;ads_core.google_render_ad&quot;, google_handleError, google_render_ad);&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;re planning for delivery of flowers then lots of roses, would look adorable and it also serves as a nice alternative to traditional red since they represent freshness coupled together lush greenery.Depending on your choice you can choose from the wide array of flower Bouquet delivery systems such as-A Bundle of Happiness,Seasonal Basket,Love You Forever, Red White Basket, Radiant Red A Basket of Love, Roses all the way, Fresh garden, Blooming Roses,and Thinking of you.If you want to you can send special messages inscribed on it to give it a personalized touch. Some of the online flower delivery systems has been able to develop a very cordial relations not only with its customers but also with the delivery agents because they take special care in handling the merchandise and keep upto their guarantee of time bound delivery. Flower Delivery systems cater to not only national as well as worldwide destinations. They also provide door to door service to its clients so that can serve them more efficiently in different countries around the world&lt;br /&gt;A red rose is considered to be the universal symbol of beauty and love. Red rose has always been associated with strong feelings of love and romance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/78546830606340607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/78546830606340607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-flower.html' title='Love flower'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8eQFUo6gR-anSnp7HMCMbvqcFNw7FTx8NEfOfS4WvxK-pDVgga37QQiGXM3mF9ff4flMPyybVBcwZDQmnADZVn9X5ldwcn_n5i8iNcg1IAWxp4wrx__rZTYY70jcYdIWUpA1kQTSOaW6/s72-c/257-love-is-a-flower.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-3318517710092317949</id><published>2010-01-22T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:42:01.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHGB5E6mhDzyPkFSxWOFbtYdeX_RTFD4RU62u3pAM-CiA8cJ5492bCzVVoedeXfVDmQhKwZG3FCecBD4talEvlP9886m5Vt1DSK7IAj_8Tpd0xkMiSqqpbZouWubd22wILkxgcSuTIOig/s1600-h/032009-love3.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429512343744916482&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;Love code&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHGB5E6mhDzyPkFSxWOFbtYdeX_RTFD4RU62u3pAM-CiA8cJ5492bCzVVoedeXfVDmQhKwZG3FCecBD4talEvlP9886m5Vt1DSK7IAj_8Tpd0xkMiSqqpbZouWubd22wILkxgcSuTIOig/s320/032009-love3.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H.O.L.L.A.N.D=&gt;&gt;&gt;Hope Our Love Lasts And Never Dies&lt;br /&gt;I.T.A.L.Y=&gt;&gt;&gt;I Trust And Love You&lt;br /&gt;L.I.B.Y.A=&gt;&gt;&gt;Love Is Beautiful; You Also&lt;br /&gt;F.R.A.N.C.E=&gt;&gt;&gt;Friendships Remain And Never Can End&lt;br /&gt;C.H.I.N.A=&gt;&gt;&gt;Come Here. I Need Affection&lt;br /&gt;B.U.R.M.A=&gt;&gt;&gt;Between Us, Remember Me Always&lt;br /&gt;N.E.P.A.L=&gt;&gt;&gt;Never Ever Part As Lovers&lt;br /&gt;I.N.D.I.A=&gt;&gt;&gt;I Nearly Died In Adoration&lt;br /&gt;K.E.N.Y.A=&gt;&gt;&gt;Keep Everything Nice, Yet Arousing&lt;br /&gt;C.A.N.A.D.A=&gt;&gt;&gt;Cute And Naughty Action that Developed into Attraction&lt;br /&gt;K.O.R.E.A.=&gt;&gt;&gt;Keep Optimistic Regardless of Every Adversity&lt;br /&gt;E.G.Y.P.T=&gt;&gt;&gt;Everything&#39;s Great, You Pretty Thing!&lt;br /&gt;R.U.S.S.I.A=&gt;&gt;.Romance Under the Sky &amp;amp; Stars is Intimate Always&lt;br /&gt;M.A.N.I.L.A=&gt;&gt;&gt;May All Nights Inspire Love Always&lt;br /&gt;B.A.L.I.W.A.G=&gt;&gt;&gt;Beauty And Love I Will Always Give&lt;br /&gt;M.A.L.A.B.O.N=&gt;&gt;&gt;May A Lasting Affair Be Ours Now&lt;br /&gt;I.M.U.S=&gt;&gt;&gt;I Miss U, Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;P.A.S.I.G=&gt;&gt;&gt;Please Always Say I&#39;m Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;C.E.B.U=&gt;&gt;&gt;Change Everything... But Us&lt;br /&gt;P.E.R.U=&gt;&gt;&gt;Porget Everyone... Remember Us&lt;br /&gt;P.A.R.A.N.A.Q.U.E=&gt;&gt;&gt;Please Always Remain Adorable, Nice And Quiet Under Ecstacy&lt;br /&gt;T.O.N.D.O=&gt;&gt;&gt;Tonight&#39;s Our Night, Dearest One&lt;br /&gt;P.A.S.A.Y=&gt;&gt;&gt;Pretty And Sexy Are You&lt;br /&gt;Y.E.M.E.N=&gt;&gt;&gt;Yugyugan Every Morning, Every Night&lt;br /&gt;M.A.R.L.B.O.R.O=&gt;&gt;&gt;Men Always Remember Love Because Of Romance Only&lt;br /&gt;Y.A.M.A.H.A=&gt;&gt;&gt;You Are My Angel! Happy Anniversary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/3318517710092317949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/3318517710092317949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-code.html' title='Love code'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHGB5E6mhDzyPkFSxWOFbtYdeX_RTFD4RU62u3pAM-CiA8cJ5492bCzVVoedeXfVDmQhKwZG3FCecBD4talEvlP9886m5Vt1DSK7IAj_8Tpd0xkMiSqqpbZouWubd22wILkxgcSuTIOig/s72-c/032009-love3.gif" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-6624713550658377034</id><published>2010-01-14T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:45:25.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRESTING LOVE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;INTRESTING&lt;br /&gt;LOVE STORY&lt;/span&gt; :-&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;Ek Andhi Ladki thi,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;jise sabne thukraya sivai uske dost ke,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;kyo ki vo dost use pyar karta tha,&lt;br /&gt;vo bhi saccha pyar karta tha ,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Ladki roj kehti thi,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Agar mai Tumhe dekh sakti to tumhi se shadi karti,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Aur kisi ne kuch dino bad us ladki ko ankhen donate ki,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Aur ladki ki ankhe aane Ke khuch din bad,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Jab ladki ne us dost ko dekha to wo andha tha,&lt;br /&gt;Ladke ne fhir usse pucha kya tum ab bhi mujhse shadi karogi …..?????&lt;br /&gt;To LadkI Ne InkaR KaR DiyA,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;LADKA ChukE Se MuskUrayA ,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;AuR UsKo EK LetteR DeKaR VaHa Se CHala GaYa,,,,,AuR UsMe LiKhA ThA PlZZZZssss TAKE CARE OF MY EYeS&quot;&lt;/span&gt; ArmAaN SiNgH</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6624713550658377034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6624713550658377034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/intresting-love-story.html' title='INTRESTING LOVE STORY'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-3177387526534917637</id><published>2010-01-14T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:32:43.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>गल्ती थिएन मेरो {sad love poem}</title><content type='html'>गल्ती थिएन मेरो दोष तिमीलाई लगाउनु&lt;br /&gt;सोच्नु त यौटा आभाष थियो ।&lt;br /&gt;मेरो सोचाईलाई दोषि ठान्नु&lt;br /&gt;त्यो त तिम्रै सोचाईको दोष थियो ।।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कतै मन दुख्यो भने मेरो भनाईले&lt;br /&gt;एउटा भूल सम्झी मलाई माफ दिनु&lt;br /&gt;नबुझे त्यतीले तिम्रो चित्त भने&lt;br /&gt;सयौं जूनीको मलाई श्राप दिनु ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कोमल मन बुझाउंदै हरपल &lt;br /&gt;आंशुको घुट्को म पिउंला&lt;br /&gt;दुखेको यो मुटु रुवाउंदै हरक्षण&lt;br /&gt;एक्लै एक्लै म जिउंला &lt;br /&gt;साबु गदाल कार्की{साबुरवि}/स्थान(हालको) :- डेन्भर , कोलोराडो</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/3177387526534917637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/3177387526534917637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/sad-love-poem.html' title='गल्ती थिएन मेरो {sad love poem}'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-855799574436109127</id><published>2010-01-14T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:30:30.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&#39;&#39;तिम्रो मायाले&quot;love</title><content type='html'>&quot;तिम्रो मायाले&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;बाँच्न सिके जीवनमा &lt;br /&gt;पल पल आसु खसाली&lt;br /&gt;सात समुन्द्रा पारी कल्पिदे इ छु&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो चोखो माया दिल्मा बसालि!&lt;br /&gt;मुटुमा आतिनै पिडा भयो आज&lt;br /&gt;हामि एक अर्का टाढा हुनले&lt;br /&gt;लुरे ज्यानै झुरे भयो&lt;br /&gt;तिमिलाई सम्झि रुनले!!&lt;br /&gt;दिन् गयो ,बर्ष गयो सम्झि तिमिलाई बसेर&lt;br /&gt;चिन्ता अब नलियो पृया आउदैछु कमर कसेर!!&lt;br /&gt;                        रजेश रुम्बा लामा Group4Security Doha,Qatar</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/855799574436109127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/855799574436109127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='&#39;&#39;तिम्रो मायाले&quot;love'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-1687942151009288509</id><published>2009-12-28T01:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:02:58.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 tips of romatic gift for ur love</title><content type='html'>1.Candlelight dinner&lt;br /&gt;2.Red roses (with a love poem or kiss)&lt;br /&gt;3.Flowers and chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4.Handmade gifts&lt;br /&gt;5.Decorative Jar with loving hearts&lt;br /&gt;6.Jewelry (Heart shape)&lt;br /&gt;7.Teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;8.A kiss&lt;br /&gt;9.Love letter &amp;amp; poem&lt;br /&gt;10.Romantic message in a bottle</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/1687942151009288509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/1687942151009288509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-tips-of-romatic-gift-for-ur-love.html' title='10 tips of romatic gift for ur love'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-6685173643670002468</id><published>2009-12-28T01:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:01:34.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 types of love</title><content type='html'>Affection&lt;br /&gt;Committed Love&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Love&lt;br /&gt;Platonic Love&lt;br /&gt;Friendship&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Love&lt;br /&gt;Puppy Love&lt;br /&gt;Passionate Love&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6685173643670002468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6685173643670002468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-types-of-love.html' title='10 types of love'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-8470379675239602551</id><published>2009-12-28T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:00:57.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 tips to keep ur love around</title><content type='html'>Avoid arguing&lt;br /&gt;Look for new ways to spice to your love life&lt;br /&gt;Be romantic&lt;br /&gt;Trust one another&lt;br /&gt;Always be there for each other&lt;br /&gt;Never part without kissing&lt;br /&gt;Treat your partner with the respect they deserve&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Say something sweet to your love every day&lt;br /&gt;Send an e-mail to let your partner knows you&#39;re thinking about him or her</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/8470379675239602551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/8470379675239602551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-tips-to-keep-ur-love-around.html' title='10 tips to keep ur love around'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-3835092519837669985</id><published>2009-12-28T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:59:18.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter#</title><content type='html'>Dear Angel, I&#39;m not a guy who knows how to win your heart neither am I a perfect wonder. All I know is that I&#39;m sincere and willing to work hard for you. I remember when the first time I saw you; you&#39;ve captured all my soul. You doll yourself up with blue causal outfit together with that cute little hat. Your smile and ways you put things into passion impressed me. I&#39;ll remember that day forever. I always remember each detail happened every time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I&#39;m kind of scare to think of you because your heart tells me that we&#39;re impossible. I&#39;ve tried many ways to forget you &amp;amp; stop all the pestering that makes you mad.But the more I have try, the feeling become stronger each day because I know I&#39;m serious about you. When you&#39;re not around, I feel sad &amp;amp; worry. I feel I&#39;m loosing something important.&lt;br /&gt;Even you choose to be just friend, my sincerity remains. Please let me share your sorrow I&#39;ll wait for you with my truth.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Robbie</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/3835092519837669985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/3835092519837669985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter#'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-7135905525030594208</id><published>2009-12-28T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:57:41.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn&#39;t just Love you</title><content type='html'>I didn&#39;t just love you, you were my best friend. I trusted you with everything and we even would finish each other&#39;s sentences. I just want you to know that even though you moved on, I&#39;m still here, caring and thinking of you every day. I love you so much more than you&#39;ll ever know. I just wish you felt the same way. But we all have to move on and cherish the memories...Right?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/7135905525030594208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/7135905525030594208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-just-love-you.html' title='I didn&#39;t just Love you'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-6425945482639636843</id><published>2009-12-28T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:55:40.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much I love you</title><content type='html'>It is hard for me to tell you this. I am not just this little girl anymore. Instead, I&#39;m a woman now. I&#39;ve been hiding this pain inside of me for so long now that when I think of you, I break apart. I don&#39;t want to love you. I need you to love me again. I cannot see myself without you even though I truly know it is the end. &quot;Wo Ai Ni,&quot; I can say to myself when I am alone. I do not speak Japanese in front of you, knowing that if I do, you&#39;ll never understand the hatred I feel against you. But I love you. Secretly. And you left. You left me! You&#39;re Stargirl, as Jerry Spinelli would say. You were my Leo; I was your Stargirl. You do not see the pain you&#39;ve caused me. You do not see that little girl now. You see the grown up in this broken body. The one who tries to find that purity of happiness she once had when she was with you... But you took it. You&#39;re dead to me. I miss you. I hate you. I love you. I miss you so much! Why! Why did you go? You left the only star in the sky to fall upon this earth, shatter the atmosphere as you fell, and caused another star to fall in love with you! You make it hard to love you. I do not want to love you but I do... &quot;Wo Ai Ni,&quot; I can now say. &#39;I Love you&#39; in Japanese... You never really wanted to hear me say those words. You aren&#39;t truly dead... it just feels like it. You aren&#39;t here anymore to lay in my bed. I can&#39;t remember your touch... your face. I forgot how you acted, how you laughed. How you were... I don&#39;t get you. You took my virginty, you took it away. I loved having you there, gazing into my eyes. They seemed to smile... But when I do get to see you... they fill with an endless regret. They seem to talk to me, your eyes. &quot;It was just one night.&quot; One night... one night that changed me. Two weeks of seeing you at my house. A year where you gave me your heart. I had already given you my heart but you didn&#39;t seem to notice that I did. But you broke me. You tore my heart apart... you ripped the thread that sewn it together (I was broken before you) and tossed the remains in the closest trash bin and left me... For my best friend. You came to me one day and handed me a used condom. I remember it so clearly. &quot;I used it on Penny,&quot; you said and turned. You didn&#39;t even say goodbye. You had just taken a part of me with you that one day. The day you broke me... the day you two broke me. Brandon... that one beautiful name... Brandon. It makes my tongue tingle. I love to say that name! But I hate it because you own it. And you don&#39;t seem to care that you did this horrible thing to me. I love you. But I don&#39;t.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6425945482639636843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6425945482639636843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-much-i-love-you.html' title='How much I love you'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-2148415453094240191</id><published>2009-12-28T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:54:28.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Lovers</title><content type='html'>You have no idea how much I miss those days in 6th period English back in freshman year. The way you smiled, looked at me, and joked around with me made me feel vibrant. Even after the incident that occurred later this year, you still managed to look at me the way you do. But why be sooo shy? I don&#39;t bite. Is it because you feel the same way as I do? I know I may overreact about my feelings, but you are so special to me. Every little thing that happens to you makes a whole part of me hurt. I care for you, I want to be around you and get to know you even more. You&#39;re an amazing person, and I know they don&#39;t often tell you that. I may not be ready to start a relationship at this time, but when I am ready, I want you to be my first. I know that there are a billion people in the world, but right now I only want you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/2148415453094240191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/2148415453094240191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-lovers.html' title='To Lovers'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-801908706586204414</id><published>2009-12-28T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:49:41.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>computr Love</title><content type='html'>Tere Pyar Ka E-MAIL Mere Dil Ko Lubhata HaiPar Beech Mein Tere Bhai Ka VIRUS Aa Jata Hai!&lt;br /&gt;Sirf Aap Jaiso Ke Liye Dil Ko CUT Karte HaiWarna Baki CASES Mein COPY PASTE Se Kaam Karte Hai!&lt;br /&gt;Aap Ka Hasna,Aap Ka Chalna,Aap Ki Wo StyleAap Ki In Aadaoon Ki Humne SAVE Karli Hai Ek FILE!&lt;br /&gt;Ab Aur Nahi Sah Sakte Hum IntezaarHumare Dil Ki SITE Pe Jaldi ENTER Kato Yaar!&lt;br /&gt;Na Jaane Mere Pyar KeeKisne Laggadi SweepAaj Hamne In(Boot) KiyaTo Nahin Aayee Woh Beep&lt;br /&gt;Kaise Milega Tumhara Saath BatadoApne Dil Ka Poora &lt;path&gt; Batado</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/801908706586204414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/801908706586204414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/computr-love.html' title='computr Love'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-9213332721375700936</id><published>2009-12-28T00:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:47:33.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love poem</title><content type='html'>Tujhay Kya Khabar&lt;br /&gt;TeriYaad NeMujhay Kaisay KaisaySataDiya&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi KhalwatoonMein HansaDia&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Mehfiloon MeinRula Diya&lt;br /&gt;Tujhay Kya Khabar&lt;br /&gt;Tere Ishaq Mein Kabhi&lt;br /&gt;YounHoua KNamaz Apni Qaza Hoi&lt;br /&gt;Teri Aarzoo NeKabhi KabhiMujhay&lt;br /&gt;MereRab Say Mila Diya</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/9213332721375700936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/9213332721375700936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-poem.html' title='Love poem'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-2744390232728282410</id><published>2009-12-28T00:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:45:43.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollyhood type love letter</title><content type='html'>When I Am Your : Kareeb&lt;br /&gt;There Is Only : Khamoshi&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Speak : Dil Se&lt;br /&gt;Thatâ€™s My Kind Of : Ishq&lt;br /&gt;I Want This To Be : Gupt&lt;br /&gt;As I Always Have : Darr&lt;br /&gt;That I Will Loose You : Sajani&lt;br /&gt;And That Would Be Great : Sadma&lt;br /&gt;I Am Your : Mr.Aashique&lt;br /&gt;But Sometimes Bit : Deewana&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me : Hum Aapke Hain Kaun&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I Fell As : Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam&lt;br /&gt;As I Feel : Kuch Kuch Hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;In This : Duniya Dilwalon Ki&lt;br /&gt;I Told You : Maine Pyar Kiya&lt;br /&gt;May Be : Dil To Pagal Hai&lt;br /&gt;Because : Jab Pyar Kisise Hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;The Whole World Appears As : Dushman&lt;br /&gt;But Anyway : Pyar To Hona Hi Tha&lt;br /&gt;But U Must Know: Pyaar Koi Khel Nahi&lt;br /&gt;But If U Want 2 Become : Dulhan Dilwale Ki&lt;br /&gt;Then U Must Respond 2 This : Pukaar&lt;br /&gt;N Dont Mind Coz This Is My: Style&lt;br /&gt;I Hope Your Answer Is : Yes Boss&lt;br /&gt;N If U Say No Then I Know Life Is: Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham&lt;br /&gt;I Dont Know What Will B My: Anjaam</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/2744390232728282410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/2744390232728282410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/bollyhood-type-love-letter.html' title='Bollyhood type love letter'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-6099085787600798104</id><published>2009-12-28T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:34:16.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to write a perfet love letter</title><content type='html'>By&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.writeexpress.com/writers/larry-barkdull.html&quot;&gt;Larry Barkdull&lt;/a&gt;, Award-Winning, Nationally Recognized Writer&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your heart is beating wildly or maybe it is broken. Either way, you wish you could say what you feel, but every time you try, you come up short. Welcome to the complicated world of love! Take comfort in knowing that poets and statesmen have struggled with the same question—&quot;How do I write the perfect love letter?&quot; Here are some simple guidelines that can help.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Presentation.&lt;/span&gt; Use beautiful stationery (a neutral, soft color, such as cream or white) and a flair pen with black or brown ink—no blues, greens or reds! Remember, your Love Letter is being written to someone special. Hand-written letters are best. This is personal--you are not writing a business letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;2.&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt; Ambience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Go to a secluded place and put on soft, romantic music. A quiet room would be nice. Dim the lights. Stimulate a romantic mood.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Keepsake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Date your Love Letter (month, day, year). This is a letter that will be treasured and remembered. You can bet that it will be read over and over and safeguarded in a special place.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Greeting.&lt;/span&gt; Choose an endearing salutation. Don&#39;t be formal. Use you love&#39;s first name. For example: &quot;My dearest Jennifer . . .&quot; or &quot;My darling Matt . . .&quot;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Beginning.&lt;/span&gt; Start your Love Letter by telling your beloved your reasons for writing. For instance: &quot;I have lain awake many sleepless nights trying to compose words that might adequately describe the feelings of my heart. But every time I have made the attempt, I have failed miserably. Please forgive my poor effort and accept a trite and simple phrase: I love you. I think I can say it no better than that...&quot; Never insult your beloved&#39;s feelings or belittle yourself by saying something like: &quot;I know you probably don&#39;t feel this way,&quot; or &quot;You must think I&#39;m crazy.&quot; If you are timid in your Love Letter, your attempt at conveying heartfelt words will fall flat and might be misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;. &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; The body of the Love Letter should include reasons for why you fell in love. Here are some ideas:&lt;br /&gt;recall when you fell in love with him/her&lt;br /&gt;explain how your life has changed for the better&lt;br /&gt;describe how much you miss your love when you&#39;re apart&lt;br /&gt;explain that you can&#39;t imagine life without him/her&lt;br /&gt;list some of the many things you have in common&lt;br /&gt;tell how wonderful and complete he/she makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;recall some special moments you&#39;ve shared together&lt;br /&gt;mention times you&#39;ve picked him/her out of a crowd&lt;br /&gt;list qualities that set him/her apart from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Avoid being casual, too light-hearted, or openly erotic. A Love Letter is a letter of respect that coveys deep, difficult-to-express feelings. Don&#39;t discount the impact of poetry in place of, or in addition to, your words. Maybe your beloved has a favorite author or poet. It will be seen as a compliment if you take the time to quote someone he/she admires. Be sure to give proper credit where it&#39;s due. Don&#39;t forget the Internet is a great place to find that poem or song you are trying to quote!&lt;br /&gt;Be real. Your Love Letter should be a carefully crafted work of art, but it also needs to sound sincere. You want your Love Letter to make your beloved fall in love, not fall into laughter. Be confident as you express your emotions, dreams, and vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#330000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;don&#39;t expect your first attempt will be the letter you send. Practice on scrap paper before you start writing on your good stationery. REVISE, then leave it for a few hours, then return and revise it again. Read it again in the morning before you send it. You&#39;ll improve it, as well as have fewer regrets—guaranteed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; End your Love Letter with carefully worded prose: &quot;There, I have said it. I can rest now. And as I dream, I will dream of you.&quot; Make your closing upbeat and positive.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Valediction.&lt;/span&gt; Don&#39;t just end with: &quot;Love, Eric.&quot; Even if you said, &quot;All my love,&quot; it would be better. You become even more romantic by writing something like: &quot;Dream of me, my love...&quot; What you want is a simple, yet heartfelt goodbye: &quot;With undying love,&quot; or &quot;Forever yours.&quot; Remember, you may think this is too sappy, but your loved one will treasure each word. Be prepared to have it quoted to you in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;9&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;. Insert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Include a special extra: petals from a flower, sprinkles of stars, a teabag of your favorite tea ...You get the idea. That little extra effort means you really put some thought (and heart) into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;10. &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Neatness counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Gently fold the Love Letter and place it in a neatly addressed envelope—hopefully, one that matches your stationery. The correct way is to fold a small stationery sheet (or sheets) in half with the text on the inside. Place the letter in the envelope with the crease at the bottom and the salutation facing the back. Hand address the envelope. Remember what your elementary teacher taught you about penmanship--make sure your love is able to read your writing! Add a stamp that looks romantic--the Garden Bouquet stamps are nice--and affix it upside down. It is a custom that means, &quot;I love you.&quot; Drop the letter in the mail. That&#39;s it! Expect an emotional response. And here&#39;s another tip: buy some breath mints--you&#39;ll need them!&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Be expressive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Here are some popular words to use in your Love Letter: angel, angelic, lover, giving, alluring, tempting, sensual, sensuality, seeing, tasting, touching, holding, caressing, memories, memorable, darling, gorgeous, absence, velvet, voyage, beautiful, vision, elation, blossoms, happy, kisses, innocent, passion, dreaming, delirious, temptation, complete, desire, content, embrace, rainbow, rose, adoring, stars, privileged, heart.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6099085787600798104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6099085787600798104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-write-perfet-love-letter.html' title='How to write a perfet love letter'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-8506076361284357746</id><published>2009-12-28T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:05:54.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship after Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;AFTER the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze. So after Love has led us, till he tires Of his own throes, and torments, and desires, Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze, He beckons us to follow, and across Cool verdant vales we wander free from care. Is it a touch of frost lies in the air? Why are we haunted with a sense of loss? We do not wish the pain back, or the heat; And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete. &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/8506076361284357746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/8506076361284357746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship-after-love.html' title='Friendship after Love'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-6305627097697630485</id><published>2009-12-28T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:03:35.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend ship after love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;AFTER the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze. So after Love has led us, till he tires Of his own throes, and torments, and desires, Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze, He beckons us to follow, and across Cool verdant vales we wander free from care. Is it a touch of frost lies in the air? Why are we haunted with a sense of loss? We do not wish the pain back, or the heat; And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6305627097697630485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/6305627097697630485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/friend-ship-after-love.html' title='friend ship after love'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604124642725711378.post-7621344030713921667</id><published>2009-12-27T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:01:13.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart cant forget her love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT her fair hands how have I grace entreated With prayers oft repeated! Yet still my love is thwarted: Heart, let her go, for she&#39;ll not be converted-  Say, shall she go?  O no, no, no, no, no! She is most fair, though she be marble-hearted. How often have my sighs declared my anguish, Wherein I daily languish! Yet still she doth procure it: Heart, let her go, for I can not endure it- Say, shall she go? O no, no, no, no, no! She gave the wound, and she alone must cure it. But shall I still a true affection owe her, Which prayers, sighs, tears do show her, And shall she still disdain me? Heart, let her go, if they no grace can gain me-  Say, shall she go?  O no, no, no, no, no! She made me hers, and hers she will retain me. But if the love that hath and still doth burn me No love at length return me, Out of my thoughts I&#39;ll set her: Heart, let her go, O heart I pray thee, let heSay, shall she go?  O no, no, no, no, no! Fix&#39;d in the heart, how can the heart forget her? &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/7621344030713921667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604124642725711378/posts/default/7621344030713921667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-url.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart-cant-forget-her-love.html' title='My heart cant forget her love'/><author><name>Madhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04372890674466033578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>