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Romantic Poems, Love Quotes, And Much More...</subtitle><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-3742321947954491777</id><published>2016-01-18T17:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-18T17:17:26.356+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><title type="text">One True Friend</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JaetWphUNcT-rPsYd2hOgIjdKQehAZ95w6CMdFvEMx14D4htQRYKp45KphbFaPbCdAYnNNWlD9fxuY9K6mWVe7fHuSkEmbRH4giZu4Jt82BBM9kEoXH5ZavFSZB7rmd6XfeGDWGCQiZ5/s1600/download+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="three fingers" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JaetWphUNcT-rPsYd2hOgIjdKQehAZ95w6CMdFvEMx14D4htQRYKp45KphbFaPbCdAYnNNWlD9fxuY9K6mWVe7fHuSkEmbRH4giZu4Jt82BBM9kEoXH5ZavFSZB7rmd6XfeGDWGCQiZ5/s400/download+%25281%2529.jpg" title="Friends forever" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;There is this girl, She means the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Although it is hard to explain, I really wish she could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;That when I had not a reason to go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;She came into my life, Picked me up and made me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Although I fell down every now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;She still was near, as my one true friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;We knew each other heart to heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Without saying a word we were never apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I always wanted to tell her, my one true friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;My whole life's story I thought could never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But then one day she fell down too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I thought I was done for, I didn't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I could see the pain in here eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;As she tried not to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Everyday she came with a smile on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But I still could tell it was all fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;She tried to smile, but i still could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;The pain inside of her was becoming apart of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;She was full of secrets, just as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And tried to cover up all the lil' lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;What was wrong, I had not a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I wanted to be there through and through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Yes I was bleeding, yes I did cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But I could see she was bleeding more and needed someone by her side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;So I stood near, just as she once stood for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I wanted to be there, and wanted her to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;That no matter what went down or what went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I would always be there with an ear to listen to her song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;A song about life, a song about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;A song about anything, whatever it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Cuz in the end after all that was said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I would still be there for my one true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;"&gt;By Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/3742321947954491777/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/truefriend.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/3742321947954491777" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/3742321947954491777" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/truefriend.html" rel="alternate" title="One True Friend" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JaetWphUNcT-rPsYd2hOgIjdKQehAZ95w6CMdFvEMx14D4htQRYKp45KphbFaPbCdAYnNNWlD9fxuY9K6mWVe7fHuSkEmbRH4giZu4Jt82BBM9kEoXH5ZavFSZB7rmd6XfeGDWGCQiZ5/s72-c/download+%25281%2529.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-4986018304847036596</id><published>2016-01-18T12:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-18T12:48:36.217+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><title type="text">Glad We're Friends</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WUMB_-N1I9yjKG2b4fSdSjtINJ3HDVlOhXAu5FcrfXp7yvxk7ypDVBhOFJU4X-u01talO_pxoc59wWVULhVR0qfRWrJmwQzxZpdJaQbofIVe79ozPWY9PO2wb0L7t8QT4VlAzzBMBLzP/s1600/To-have-friends-be-a-friend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="three small boys, black and white" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WUMB_-N1I9yjKG2b4fSdSjtINJ3HDVlOhXAu5FcrfXp7yvxk7ypDVBhOFJU4X-u01talO_pxoc59wWVULhVR0qfRWrJmwQzxZpdJaQbofIVe79ozPWY9PO2wb0L7t8QT4VlAzzBMBLzP/s320/To-have-friends-be-a-friend.jpg" title="Friends" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;We might not have been friends from the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But that doesn't mean you weren't always in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I wish I was friends with you from a very young age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But its okay because when I became friends with you my life started a new page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Our friendship means so much to me I just cant say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I don't know what I would do without you and your thoughtful way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;During our friendship we have had a few fights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But in the end we knew we could make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Whenever I would hit a bump in life and fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You were there to help and you're the one who made me get through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I wanted you to know I am happy we made it through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And that one of the people I completely trusted with everything was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You have been there for me every step of the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Helping me to take life day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You have helped me forget my fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And in the end that has stopped my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Thank you so much for all you have done for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You made me be the best person I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;By Jenna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/4986018304847036596/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/friends.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/4986018304847036596" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/4986018304847036596" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/friends.html" rel="alternate" title="Glad We're Friends" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WUMB_-N1I9yjKG2b4fSdSjtINJ3HDVlOhXAu5FcrfXp7yvxk7ypDVBhOFJU4X-u01talO_pxoc59wWVULhVR0qfRWrJmwQzxZpdJaQbofIVe79ozPWY9PO2wb0L7t8QT4VlAzzBMBLzP/s72-c/To-have-friends-be-a-friend.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-7804057966656388321</id><published>2016-01-13T16:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-13T16:45:43.760+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><title type="text">True Love</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxJ07vQgHBchw4yX-i2ZEOksgwR5LryDNYSU7Nu4N_mrLAv4JbsFxJ6eJCllmHJTU7Wo8JGtew5z3ASNtI7U21i2SSl1Vg4gYv6XW5Rr4ZRepDGDyEkahQVZoWPWYwcRA7tukZVcvFNwR/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxJ07vQgHBchw4yX-i2ZEOksgwR5LryDNYSU7Nu4N_mrLAv4JbsFxJ6eJCllmHJTU7Wo8JGtew5z3ASNtI7U21i2SSl1Vg4gYv6XW5Rr4ZRepDGDyEkahQVZoWPWYwcRA7tukZVcvFNwR/s400/download.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Our fingers lace perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Our lips lock just right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I love when you hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And squeeze me so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You kiss me on the forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And whisper in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Pull me closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Love exactly what I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I've never met someone so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Or one who feels so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I've never met a boy before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Who I miss so much at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;How can it be this perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;How can this love be true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I have no answer besides the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;That I will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/7804057966656388321/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/true-love.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/7804057966656388321" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/7804057966656388321" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/true-love.html" rel="alternate" title="True Love" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxJ07vQgHBchw4yX-i2ZEOksgwR5LryDNYSU7Nu4N_mrLAv4JbsFxJ6eJCllmHJTU7Wo8JGtew5z3ASNtI7U21i2SSl1Vg4gYv6XW5Rr4ZRepDGDyEkahQVZoWPWYwcRA7tukZVcvFNwR/s72-c/download.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-6195502445836132894</id><published>2016-01-13T11:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-13T11:58:21.239+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sad Poems"/><title type="text">My Secret</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I watch you as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;whisper into her ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;If only I could tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;the way I really feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Its just so hard for me to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You with her instead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I try so hard not to show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;because that might just blow it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I wish you could only see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;That we are meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;This might be my only chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Before I take that one last glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I Love you now and always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Its just the way I'll always feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I know that we cant be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But I'll wait for you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/6195502445836132894/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/secret.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/6195502445836132894" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/6195502445836132894" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/secret.html" rel="alternate" title="My Secret" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oLv-2sjgVBkqV6zdF1-JGzTyto6Iuwcto97clExw9LHVS_UqEv7dMiTIl5cKijmwb8RgxRBG5M4YFUaiunnU5V6auOCwrQUeh1jLhwhRtlxu8b23EF26Ur8ZzqhXsl322t80YM7EuikO/s72-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-5318970195019605064</id><published>2016-01-12T10:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-12T10:44:02.801+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sad Poems"/><title type="text">Don't Drink and Drive</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; width: 100%px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;td style="border-collapse: collapse; padding-left: 0px; padding-top: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFP-T33hEId4jNnlwQ3Ge60DIfWBck6xzfRQP0MtrtnsU46H7_dokaBLuaSyXNsNmJmksJMo2tPCD0146-0vRrqn-ien9heIa-6PYXAS_uYhMwly4WYM1ra3iHX1mlpMgcI98Ei7Id6ZD/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Whiskey Glass and Car Keys" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFP-T33hEId4jNnlwQ3Ge60DIfWBck6xzfRQP0MtrtnsU46H7_dokaBLuaSyXNsNmJmksJMo2tPCD0146-0vRrqn-ien9heIa-6PYXAS_uYhMwly4WYM1ra3iHX1mlpMgcI98Ei7Id6ZD/s400/images.jpg" title="Whiskey" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Near the door&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;he paused to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;as he took his&amp;nbsp;class ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;off her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;and all who were watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;did not speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;as a&amp;nbsp;silent&amp;nbsp;tear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;ran down his cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;and through his mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;the memories ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;of the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;they walked and ran&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;on the sand hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;but now her eyes were so terribly cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;for he would again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;never have her to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;they watched in silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;as he bent near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;and whispered the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"i love you" in her ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;he stepped back and started to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;as he put on his ring and wanted to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;just then the wind began to blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;as they lowered her casket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;into the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;this is what happens to men alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;when friends let friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Drink and Drive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/5318970195019605064/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/drink-and-drive.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/5318970195019605064" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/5318970195019605064" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/drink-and-drive.html" rel="alternate" title="Don't Drink and Drive" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglFP-T33hEId4jNnlwQ3Ge60DIfWBck6xzfRQP0MtrtnsU46H7_dokaBLuaSyXNsNmJmksJMo2tPCD0146-0vRrqn-ien9heIa-6PYXAS_uYhMwly4WYM1ra3iHX1mlpMgcI98Ei7Id6ZD/s72-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-2665587196762811731</id><published>2016-01-11T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-11T16:06:11.325+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors Pick"/><title type="text">Soldier is Never Off-Duty</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dedicated to the Indian Army and the Soldiers who gave away their lives today for our Secured Tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Big Salute to Our Soldiers who gave their Lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Big Salute to Mothers who gave away the Son...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Big Salute to Women who happily gave away their Men and is prepared to give away his Son for Mother India...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Salute to the Son/Daughters who gave away their Fathers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Few Words by an Unknown&amp;nbsp;Solider:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;If I Die In A War Zone,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Box Me Up &amp;amp; Send Me Home,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Put My Medals On My Chest,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Tell My Mom I Did My Best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tell My Dad Not To Bow,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;He Won't Get Tension From Me Now,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tell My Brother To Study Perfectly,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Keys Of My Bike Will Be His Permanently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tell My Sis Not To Be Upset,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Her Brother Will Not Rise After This Sunset,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tell My Love Not To Cry...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19.9733px;"&gt;BECAUSE I AM A SOLDIER BORN TO DIE....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/2665587196762811731/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/Indian-soldier.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/2665587196762811731" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/2665587196762811731" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/Indian-soldier.html" rel="alternate" title="Soldier is Never Off-Duty" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-1045591357741445906</id><published>2016-01-08T15:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-08T15:30:37.182+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors Pick"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Stories"/><title type="text">Come Back To Me Baby</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkG_XF0oVW6jQJo9l0xKRFwpc5PqtsC_UceQS-yRelrTBnUFRTxcZYMQpuSyifUt1rhXB_hcyFsJKFkZUcbs0-HLt6IKo6iZOuKHSGvvxuhWFPSHl80D791MVa3jngAHtDJrmLdQeQ4wNF/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="I Miss you image" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkG_XF0oVW6jQJo9l0xKRFwpc5PqtsC_UceQS-yRelrTBnUFRTxcZYMQpuSyifUt1rhXB_hcyFsJKFkZUcbs0-HLt6IKo6iZOuKHSGvvxuhWFPSHl80D791MVa3jngAHtDJrmLdQeQ4wNF/s400/images+%25281%2529.jpg" title="I miss you" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Since I was in the first grade I knew Justin, he was the nicest guy I ever met. Well, we started dating when I was in the fifth grade, he was in sixth; this is when I lived in New Orleans. I live in Alabama now and I was going back ever chance I got to see him, cause even though we were apart we swore we would stay together. Two years ago this summer I went back to New Orleans to see him and we were walking down his street so we could sit in his yard and catch up. Well he used to be in West(the gang for those of you who don't know) and his arch enemy who was in East decided he was gonna catch him off guard and shoot him. Well, Justin saw him coming and he thought he was going to shoot me, so he pushed me backwards onto the grass and right after he did that I heard the shots. I looked up and he was bleeding I laid him down on the ground and I was screaming for help, but no one came. I kept looking him in the eyes and for the first time ever that we had been together that he told me he loved me, and&amp;nbsp;in spite&amp;nbsp;of everything I couldn't tell him that I loved him, though&amp;nbsp;I'm sure I did. And he will always be the one that I lost, my "Lost Love", cause I will never know what could have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;This is to Justin, my friend, my sweetheart, my first love, I never got to tell you this but I LOVE YOU!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/1045591357741445906/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/miss-you.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/1045591357741445906" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/1045591357741445906" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/miss-you.html" rel="alternate" title="Come Back To Me Baby" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkG_XF0oVW6jQJo9l0xKRFwpc5PqtsC_UceQS-yRelrTBnUFRTxcZYMQpuSyifUt1rhXB_hcyFsJKFkZUcbs0-HLt6IKo6iZOuKHSGvvxuhWFPSHl80D791MVa3jngAHtDJrmLdQeQ4wNF/s72-c/images+%25281%2529.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-7512290149416613778</id><published>2016-01-08T14:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-08T14:02:50.967+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Stories"/><title type="text">Share Life with Me</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I am incomplete, part of me is missing, and that part is you. I feel as if I have stepped back from an abyss. Reality has been a cold slap in the face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;It has opened my eyes to the magnificent woman I want to share my life with. You are so close but you feel just out of reach. I long to hold you, caress you, and kiss your beautiful lips.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Oh how I crave your tender touch. I gaze at you, follow the curve of your cheek down to your full sexy lips. I look into your lovely eyes and I loose myself. Your wonderful blue eyes hold me in a spell. They can be as warm as the blue sky in summer, or as cold as the glacial ice. Oh how I yearn for the warmth to return.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I can’t wait to be near you, the day drags by and all I can think about is you. When we are in bed all I want to do is get as close to you as possible. I cherish the time I spend with you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;My heart aches at the thought of how I treated you. It was not out of the lack of love but out of ignorance. How could I have been such a fool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I long to hear you say that you will stay with me forever. Oh how I wish you would say you love me, without it being an echo of my own words to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I know I can make you happy, and time will heal the wounds that we have suffered. I want to grow old with you. I have watched old couples holding hands. Walking and just being together. I think thats how Lisa and I will be. I know we will be happy together. I need you, mind, body and soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I realize that it will take time. I just wanted you to know how I feel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4L6iC6IJgm6RIXPu4gZ19wYYvK5spgpwiS4Ku4RyqqzH8t1DwjPWfnDSyHW7ZORTmwtpXLqxWCiPpdalYkbbbJ-3XfCu4jTYd59PqVC6PUuXlZPC2y6Mhp4DVvwZ4vK29o4DURB1jmSmu/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;Before I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I was happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;and I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;but I had never known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;the rich contentment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;deep satisfaction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;and total fulfillment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;you brought to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;when you came into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;Before I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;I felt a lot of things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;good things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;but I had never experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;the indescribably intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;feelings I have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;Before I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I knew myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;and I did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;but you looked deep inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;and found fresh new things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;for us to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;Before I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I knew about love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;but I didn’t,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;until I met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 16.9px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By Joanna Fuchs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/4310782325784149049/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/until-i-met.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/4310782325784149049" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/4310782325784149049" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/until-i-met.html" rel="alternate" title="Until I Met You" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4L6iC6IJgm6RIXPu4gZ19wYYvK5spgpwiS4Ku4RyqqzH8t1DwjPWfnDSyHW7ZORTmwtpXLqxWCiPpdalYkbbbJ-3XfCu4jTYd59PqVC6PUuXlZPC2y6Mhp4DVvwZ4vK29o4DURB1jmSmu/s72-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-8900503463574817713</id><published>2016-01-05T18:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-05T18:19:56.555+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors Pick"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><title type="text">I Am Sorry</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mxfBMsahqH-8-xY64-6PXQhI3Nn0aDDf28RPvccF9ICqOFpeJwvvcV8LnTOgugheNiDZOKUuOxGUbmkXdjt4-h46GhA7uGBIGH7pZXT95eKGGA0i8jgwDoEjYq1cHhdW8-vEoT78EQvN/s1600/im-sorry-puppies-graphic-for-share-on-facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Puppies" border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mxfBMsahqH-8-xY64-6PXQhI3Nn0aDDf28RPvccF9ICqOFpeJwvvcV8LnTOgugheNiDZOKUuOxGUbmkXdjt4-h46GhA7uGBIGH7pZXT95eKGGA0i8jgwDoEjYq1cHhdW8-vEoT78EQvN/s320/im-sorry-puppies-graphic-for-share-on-facebook.jpg" title="Sorry" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I am sorry that I made you cry,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;It hurts me so bad that I want to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;In you I have found a love that is true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And my heart is filled with love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I am sorry that I have hurt you and you are in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But without you, my life will not be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;As I sit here writing this to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I am crying, thinking how much I was a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I love you so much and I am sorry that we got into a fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I just wish that I could have made it up to you on that night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I don't want to break up and I wish we didn't have this fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I just wish that this were so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I never have loved anyone else as much as I loved you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I thought that you should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I am sorry whatever should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I want to take the time and apologize to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You fill my heart with joy, and you make my life complete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Every time&amp;nbsp;you come around me my heart skips a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I leave my phone on and I lye by it every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Just in case you call me if you feel something is not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Every night I think of you as I lye in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And I close my eyes and I see you holding on to me with your head against my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Before I go and put this poem to an end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I want to say I am sorry and it will never happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Jamie I am sorry we fought&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And I love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Please forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;© Bobby Brownlie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/8900503463574817713/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/sorry.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/8900503463574817713" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/8900503463574817713" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/sorry.html" rel="alternate" title="I Am Sorry" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mxfBMsahqH-8-xY64-6PXQhI3Nn0aDDf28RPvccF9ICqOFpeJwvvcV8LnTOgugheNiDZOKUuOxGUbmkXdjt4-h46GhA7uGBIGH7pZXT95eKGGA0i8jgwDoEjYq1cHhdW8-vEoT78EQvN/s72-c/im-sorry-puppies-graphic-for-share-on-facebook.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-3734377975295314629</id><published>2016-01-05T13:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-05T13:59:59.561+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Stories"/><title type="text">Heaven Sent Love</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38MhZZs-Z644ClfAkm7ZhxJk_BuDiSNpd3pAvIPJTHu7YOKH1r_jMnwy-JBy8IQwFhpNavTSQtTyh4liCvF8ZOPZCdQtC8DqDnRmu7HUyKNoFt4n92vM04wH4Rfli0H0yUtUS-mBpFgI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Couple" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38MhZZs-Z644ClfAkm7ZhxJk_BuDiSNpd3pAvIPJTHu7YOKH1r_jMnwy-JBy8IQwFhpNavTSQtTyh4liCvF8ZOPZCdQtC8DqDnRmu7HUyKNoFt4n92vM04wH4Rfli0H0yUtUS-mBpFgI/s400/images.jpg" title="Couple" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Sitting in my friends room one night, we were chatting on the computer. It seemed like nothing at all. Just seeing what types of guys were online chatting. Well she started talking to this one guy in particular. They hit it off and I never thought anything of it. Sometimes while I was online he would appear and I would start chatting with him. Nothing special at all, just talk. On one very&amp;nbsp;special&amp;nbsp;Friday night, I was at home with nothing to do. My friend had left&amp;nbsp;me hanging to go out with her boyfriend when we already had plans. So I just ended up staying at home and chatting on the computer. Well that guy was on again. I talked to him for a bit but he had to take a flight to Oregon. So that was that. Well on Saturday night, he came back from Oregon and he was on the computer chatting as usual. So was I. We struck up a conversation again. We chatted for hours until I got tired. We told each other that we would see each other online tomorrow at around 3 p.m. Sure enough I hopped onto the computer at 3 p.m. and he was on. We chatted for most of the day and into the night. He said that he had classes tomorrow so we said our good-byes. Then on Monday morning, I saw him online again. He told me that he would be on the computer later and to meet him on again. So I did. But this time it was different. He said "bye babes". I was like "whoa". Just a little too fast. But on Monday night we met on the computer and I ended up giving him my phone number. I never do this now, but he was an exception. I don't know why but he was. He called my house and we talked on the phone for hours. Then something&amp;nbsp;happens, it was weird, we found out that we know&amp;nbsp;each other from church. We seen each at church. I was like what a small world it is. Everyday since then we have been talking on the phone non-stop. He left for Oregon that Friday night and called me&amp;nbsp;everyday&amp;nbsp;at every chance he had. He told me stuff like he missed me&amp;nbsp;and is always thinking of me. When he got back, we went to the movies together with all of our friends. We sat next to each other and nothing physical happened. We talked about our situations and told each other that we need to take things slow. He has to focus on college and me on work. So we talk on the phone everyday and see each other as much as we can. The only thing that we do not say yet is that we "love each other" and we do not have the status as a couple. We are no longer seeing anyone and talk to no one else but each other. The reason why I call this story and him my "heaven sent love" is because of this. I just recently ended a&amp;nbsp;relationship&amp;nbsp;of 4 years.&amp;nbsp;He was cheated on me and lying to me all along. I had a hard time dealing with this. I had lost my job because of my ex and I was losing him along with that. I thought I could never love again. One day while crying and saying a prayer, I asked God to help lead me in the right direction in my life. The next day, that was when I met my new love, Braden. As soon as we met and talked we hit it off. I have never experienced a love like this and I know that he is truly the one. Shortly after meeting him, I got my dream job and my dream man. All thanks to God sending me my "Heaven Sent Love"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;td style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;By&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Rayel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/3734377975295314629/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/heaven.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/3734377975295314629" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/3734377975295314629" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/heaven.html" rel="alternate" title="Heaven Sent Love" type="text/html"/><author><name>J'D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287767060473350429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqn9FReVXfH-W7zJCTXPMONZCJelEOrP4CXKs8NfuZ4KVw507kfyyFDm6Q_U5rKeXtbHD7gdajCz-M4Ikv771_qBTfajLywJAyUL6bqyD8pC8JjetBWio4RVFMJPmnBI/s220/P6060180.jpg" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38MhZZs-Z644ClfAkm7ZhxJk_BuDiSNpd3pAvIPJTHu7YOKH1r_jMnwy-JBy8IQwFhpNavTSQtTyh4liCvF8ZOPZCdQtC8DqDnRmu7HUyKNoFt4n92vM04wH4Rfli0H0yUtUS-mBpFgI/s72-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-4664501689990698525</id><published>2016-01-05T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-05T12:56:17.588+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors Pick"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Stories"/><title type="text">Soulmates</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrO4VYle1_VR9kYqY7oS8NPC2J2uvOuECbTFdT5RHNRw7s9hSw56U1mycv8lTxeLb6YgiwdR5yRu5DW99AOkpexfbMd751pGD8dfIt-oH32zXnO4Rf2I1MWxDLAkhhwBED5McvGSnxNW8/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow Couple" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrO4VYle1_VR9kYqY7oS8NPC2J2uvOuECbTFdT5RHNRw7s9hSw56U1mycv8lTxeLb6YgiwdR5yRu5DW99AOkpexfbMd751pGD8dfIt-oH32zXnO4Rf2I1MWxDLAkhhwBED5McvGSnxNW8/s400/images.jpg" title="Love" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It was a freezing cold night
in July last year, I had a bad dose of the flu, but had a compulsive need to go
out to my favorite Metal Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 115%;"&gt;That
night, I was dancing like my life depended on it, enjoying my new found single
status and the freedom that being alone allows.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I glanced
up, saw my man dancing towards me, we smiled into each others eyes and kissed
immediately. It was much better than my first kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 115%;"&gt;That
night I took William home with me. One the Sunday he told me he loved me, and
on Monday night he proposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;We have
been living&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18.4px;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;since the night we met and got married on 23&amp;nbsp;June, this
year, 11 months to the day after we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Yesterday
we signed for our dream house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 115%;"&gt;From the
moment we met, William and I knew that we had, and always will be together
forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;td style="border-collapse: collapse; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;By&amp;nbsp;Pam Andrews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/4664501689990698525/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/soulmate.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/4664501689990698525" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/4664501689990698525" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/soulmate.html" rel="alternate" title="Soulmates" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrO4VYle1_VR9kYqY7oS8NPC2J2uvOuECbTFdT5RHNRw7s9hSw56U1mycv8lTxeLb6YgiwdR5yRu5DW99AOkpexfbMd751pGD8dfIt-oH32zXnO4Rf2I1MWxDLAkhhwBED5McvGSnxNW8/s72-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-7504658514697684760</id><published>2016-01-04T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-04T16:20:17.010+05:30</updated><title type="text">Father's Eyes</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qLbxN_IN-Z2KdLZFEZEHASR-WBr2Q3ljmB3BT8feBb-mMYya335Telu5l4tK855UdaYMnkKU0ElX_ONOVcMu1NN0BCu2YkDBaxD0xw4rysYibritdCThKVKuCUz46YqJecGivcAMJ9A/s1600/download+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qLbxN_IN-Z2KdLZFEZEHASR-WBr2Q3ljmB3BT8feBb-mMYya335Telu5l4tK855UdaYMnkKU0ElX_ONOVcMu1NN0BCu2YkDBaxD0xw4rysYibritdCThKVKuCUz46YqJecGivcAMJ9A/s400/download+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Shh&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;baby, please don't cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Let's let mommy sleep tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'll rock you here, in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I love you girl, with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I can't believe that I'm a Daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Honestly, it's pretty scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I wonder what you'll be, when you grow up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Where you'll live or who you'll love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I promise to read you bedtime stories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Tuck you in, and calm your worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I promise to be there for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Through all the hard times you'll go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Kindergarten&amp;nbsp;orientation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Twelfth grade graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Every step along the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Every night and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'll be there, by your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;To wipe the tears out of your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Goodnight honey, Goodnight girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Eleven pounds, your my whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Look at life, all the hate and lies, But things sure are different through a father's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Now there's a reason for me to try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'm looking at her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;through a father's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- By Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/7504658514697684760/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/fatherlove.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/7504658514697684760" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/7504658514697684760" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/fatherlove.html" rel="alternate" title="Father's Eyes" type="text/html"/><author><name>J'D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287767060473350429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqn9FReVXfH-W7zJCTXPMONZCJelEOrP4CXKs8NfuZ4KVw507kfyyFDm6Q_U5rKeXtbHD7gdajCz-M4Ikv771_qBTfajLywJAyUL6bqyD8pC8JjetBWio4RVFMJPmnBI/s220/P6060180.jpg" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qLbxN_IN-Z2KdLZFEZEHASR-WBr2Q3ljmB3BT8feBb-mMYya335Telu5l4tK855UdaYMnkKU0ElX_ONOVcMu1NN0BCu2YkDBaxD0xw4rysYibritdCThKVKuCUz46YqJecGivcAMJ9A/s72-c/download+%25281%2529.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-691704814479279376</id><published>2016-01-04T13:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-04T13:38:44.864+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors Pick"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Stories"/><title type="text">The second chance of a life time!!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Well a year ago i got the lucky chance to get hooked up&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;lovely&amp;nbsp;girl Sharon, she was everything i was looking for in&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;girl,smart,funny,a sense of humor matching mine, and beautiful!I almost shit when i asked her out and she said yes.I was&amp;nbsp;overwhelmed&amp;nbsp;with joy.We were together for a week and three days then she decided it was time to move on.My heart was broken, i&amp;nbsp;fell into a depression and cried for a week, then finally pulled myself together and decided it was time to let go.Going to school every day and seeing her tore me apart inside,but i never let it show.Then me and this other girl,Jessica,we were together almost a year when she decided to break my heart.In that time we made love,took showers together and had the time of our lives!I&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;thought she was "The One",but guess i was wrong.She broke up with me on the&amp;nbsp;10th of September and on the 28th would've been a year.So i took the break up really hard,but to my surprise Sharon was there for me!And to say the least old feelings started to return for her.So...silence&amp;nbsp;me and Jessica had been through so damn much,her feelings also&amp;nbsp;remained&amp;nbsp;for me.Last&amp;nbsp;Thursday&amp;nbsp;(September 19,2002)Jessica&amp;nbsp;decided&amp;nbsp;to ask me&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;out,so&amp;nbsp;i said yes&amp;nbsp;forgetting&amp;nbsp;about me and Sharon.Then later on that night Sharon called me, and i knew i had to break the&amp;nbsp;news to her.Then we started talking and she told me her feelings for me, and she really liked me and always has.It turns out the reason she broke up with me had nothing to do with love.So after that i broke the news to her, and she got sad(she may not admit it, but I knew she was hurt)I then told her that she should've told me this the day before...and it was left at that.The next day at school,I saw Jessica,so i gave her a hug and a big kiss.I knew Sharon was right there,and I cant&amp;nbsp;imagine&amp;nbsp;how it felt for her to see that.I felt bad about it like all day.During lunch time Jessica came up to me and told me that&amp;nbsp;we had to talk,we went off by our selves and we talked.It turns out that she had found out about me and Sharon, and that she liked me&amp;nbsp;a lot, and that my feelings had also returned.She was pissed to say the least.She said "Every-time&amp;nbsp;you talk to her,or touch her I'm going to think that something is going on between the two of you" so i asked her&amp;nbsp;straight&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;"So you don't trust me?" she said "No" so then after fighting about my feelings we&amp;nbsp;eventually&amp;nbsp;broke up yet&amp;nbsp;again!So i&amp;nbsp;was pissed,hurt,and sad at the same time.I got over Jessica later that day,because of my feelings for Sharon,and&amp;nbsp;decided it was time to move on.I called Sharon later on and at the end of our conversation i asked her out,it was quite for&amp;nbsp;a little&amp;nbsp;so my heart started racing because I was&amp;nbsp;nervous,then she said yes!I was so excited and so happy!!So far&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;the past three days we've been together has been the best,we both make each other&amp;nbsp;equally&amp;nbsp;happy!We haven't&amp;nbsp;said those three magic words yet,but I'm pretty sure that we both know that we do.We&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;kissed yet either.Most times&amp;nbsp;that would be a problem,but with her I'll wait forever for anything!!I love her with all my heart,to which she holds the key to.Sharon if you are reading this,I love you cutie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;td style="border-collapse: collapse; padding-left: 0px; padding-top: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;Golden brown autumn leaves are falling from the trees as the weather is getting colder, signifying the end of summer and that winter is fast approaching.&lt;br /&gt;I looked up into the skies to see a whirl wind of&amp;nbsp;colors, dancing to sounds&amp;nbsp;of its own melody as I think of someone dear to me...&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that we were miles apart but still under the same blue cotton&amp;nbsp;skies of the day and the same bright starry skies of the night...&lt;br /&gt;I found little comfort knowing this as I felt a pain in heart as the truth of this harsh reality came over me...&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that you were gone and I am left here by my self, alone only to be&amp;nbsp;engulfed by memories of the times that we shared together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;I thought that things would become easier but instead&lt;br /&gt;I am torn by emotions of sorrow, regret and joy as I think of things that I did and didn't do with you.&lt;br /&gt;O how much I missed you...&lt;br /&gt;As I close my eyes, I can picture you in my mind's eye.&lt;br /&gt;You are looking beautiful and wonderful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;I think of your smile, your laughter and the sound of your voice along with your warm embrace...&lt;br /&gt;Little things that seemed insignificant before are now the things I hold most dear in my heart as I struggle to try to remember every detail, trying not to forget but the more I tried to hold on to those precious moments the more intense the pain of being without you becomes...&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow through my eyes Jaan...all the time ..&lt;br /&gt;U can't afford all this Jaan ...but I can ...as I have given you my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of remembering, I wanted to now forget everything... I wanted to run away and hide from my feelings as I am lost without you but the more I struggled to escape from these emotional bonds that held me captive to this torment, the more it became clear that I am crazy about you and that I was in fact so madly and deeply in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;I can give my life for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/4893159674916051484/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/Memories.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/4893159674916051484" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/4893159674916051484" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2016/01/Memories.html" rel="alternate" title="Memories Of You" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBwSgx80pzuQYesqR0i2zB44B6qKdn_gVzS0UDjAHA8q7Dz7nY1Xxh7M_T8XLdcjFyd-HSKMV3Ly3RH2cI-uUh-EvcBd1gK4HgAF-tXau-y8M5h7KBuGkdx9hu2dgT7Vr0UFRslNp8RgA/s72-c/download.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-6517875848036904341</id><published>2015-12-29T14:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2015-12-29T14:45:13.978+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><title type="text">The Ending and a New Beginning</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIaCcOBsZbRrDhGYfSsqDBg0NYrOMQmqWlw3GZAid6auoCLITzcyx2YzULsvrBLbCS-E9BwwldYttRsHjql1Nbcvh1mo5z1hCmGoicGuB43BekUtrxzJ13SoXxq2ZEq-CKHG6BStV6aAe/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIaCcOBsZbRrDhGYfSsqDBg0NYrOMQmqWlw3GZAid6auoCLITzcyx2YzULsvrBLbCS-E9BwwldYttRsHjql1Nbcvh1mo5z1hCmGoicGuB43BekUtrxzJ13SoXxq2ZEq-CKHG6BStV6aAe/s400/download.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You see this story starts over a year ago. Well will soon be 2 years ago. I had meet this man thur a friend. Well to me this man was perfect. But then when one loves someone that seems to be the case doesn't it. Well you see in the&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;thing were great other than he was&amp;nbsp;over 3500 miles away. So seeing each other than by a plane ride wasn't really going to work. Well things went along for a while all fine and dandy. Till suddenly he started to change. Well not taking any notice. I let things go. Till it was time for me to buy a ticket to go see him. The nite before i was to go get he said to not. Well i figure he had cold feet. So i let it go. decided to see where thing went from there. They went down hill big time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Well in the mean time a man i had talked to for a long time. Started to fill my lonely hours that i waited for the other man. So it I didn't notice he wasn't talkin to me as much. Well it happen over a bit of time. Also at the same time this other friendship had blossomed. We would never be more than friends as he is marred. Seems like sometimes the goodone are doesn't it. Well by christmas that year he told me it was all over. So I took sometime to get over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Well during this time I started talkin to another man. He was single had never been marred but was with a friend before . So I thought this was only going to be a friendship as well. Well the more we talked the closer we became. He and my friend had broken up. So then field was wide open. So we got together. He and i love each other very much. At the same time the friend that was marred also had told me he loves me as well. That made for a hard deal to deal with.I have explained to him many times that i loved the other man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- By Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/6517875848036904341/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2015/12/the-ending-and-new-beginning.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/6517875848036904341" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/6517875848036904341" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2015/12/the-ending-and-new-beginning.html" rel="alternate" title="The Ending and a New Beginning" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIaCcOBsZbRrDhGYfSsqDBg0NYrOMQmqWlw3GZAid6auoCLITzcyx2YzULsvrBLbCS-E9BwwldYttRsHjql1Nbcvh1mo5z1hCmGoicGuB43BekUtrxzJ13SoXxq2ZEq-CKHG6BStV6aAe/s72-c/download.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-7527943681606721654</id><published>2015-12-29T12:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2015-12-29T12:21:29.715+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sad Poems"/><title type="text">Thinking of you</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;As i walked outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And looked up at the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;It seemed like the clouds wanted to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;They were so nice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;They reminded me of your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Now all i can think of is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Calling me by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;As i continue to walk&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I couldn't help but to let out a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;As tears rolled out of my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And wishing i could be once again by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Missing you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I want to see your face again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Just once more before I go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Last night was the best night of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You held me tight all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You gently kissed me until I felt right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;We held hands all through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I never wanted to leave your warm embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I can’t believe we’ve made it this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Together forever is what I wish for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Each night before I go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I thank God for sending you to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I feel so blessed to have you as a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;As I lay my head on your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You wrap your arms around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You whisper to me …”I’m going to miss you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Just a couple more days…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I say to myself as I hang up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I go to sleep just wishing you were there by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- By Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I tell u i love u every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;What would Love be without the silly fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Without something to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'm glad the fights happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Or we wouldn't be as strong as we are now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;We stay up all night talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But what we talk about is nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;But the nothings are everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;To show the thought each of us care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I love you without regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I've felt this way about you since We first met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;No words can express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;None so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You might say I'm crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Yea your right just crazy about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/7118172775775809059/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2015/12/Truelove.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/7118172775775809059" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/7118172775775809059" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2015/12/Truelove.html" rel="alternate" title="True Love" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqAIBfyIbqwO_SQEPMY6RALjC2-uhB822bqNwCAzuqtGZBRPquXukG7-uXHDVvUOm1pHYiF8gWeNOWpQ2IXGFosp9LmXWPxtbISkj7EsXKxK4o99fDBfxmLnyxhcQJ2JsE3Bs-bFXZDwU/s72-c/Love-love-35554363-2880-1800.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-7285108569231004074</id><published>2015-12-28T16:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2015-12-28T16:04:37.471+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Articles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sad Poems"/><title type="text">Dreams of You</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMRes7TMTkjwOSJYihwloZAL0Y9ZOFUCb-UrylW0lLJG6cdvamQl9rMRsENmfsRNVhU4bMQwCUGSHYF5eGRV2mThTsuUEoSHOiu75PUiiCUpKAfyb-osnWAS62EDifUvBE5eonkrwD_wX/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMRes7TMTkjwOSJYihwloZAL0Y9ZOFUCb-UrylW0lLJG6cdvamQl9rMRsENmfsRNVhU4bMQwCUGSHYF5eGRV2mThTsuUEoSHOiu75PUiiCUpKAfyb-osnWAS62EDifUvBE5eonkrwD_wX/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;When I rest my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I look to the stars above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Remembering all you said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Hoping for feelings of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;My vivid visions of your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Keep me awake at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Imagine your sweet embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;My lusting heart, you ignite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fleeting dreams of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fade into the void,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;As I start to obsess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;My memories destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;My waking is bittersweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;For I wake alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;My life is incomplete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And our future is unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;One day we will unite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Make my dreams come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;To be with you tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;For I'm nothing, without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;By -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px;"&gt;C Fowler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/7285108569231004074/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2015/12/dreams.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/7285108569231004074" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/7285108569231004074" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2015/12/dreams.html" rel="alternate" title="Dreams of You" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMRes7TMTkjwOSJYihwloZAL0Y9ZOFUCb-UrylW0lLJG6cdvamQl9rMRsENmfsRNVhU4bMQwCUGSHYF5eGRV2mThTsuUEoSHOiu75PUiiCUpKAfyb-osnWAS62EDifUvBE5eonkrwD_wX/s72-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-3632659301251260929</id><published>2015-12-28T13:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2015-12-28T13:58:34.601+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors Pick"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><title type="text">How to Love</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtsan_vmVsr2wPZ-FNjOLX7-qiuu5K8OYmre8USETTZn3Rg7NU0ZCigy34cHZIkEf7rpZMO1Gwu-Kuj46n3vO-uXSmXCVpbSSJUG7rQ0yGx1g4pSItr5PxLHjLc9K53sHf2-70qNzmiUw/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtsan_vmVsr2wPZ-FNjOLX7-qiuu5K8OYmre8USETTZn3Rg7NU0ZCigy34cHZIkEf7rpZMO1Gwu-Kuj46n3vO-uXSmXCVpbSSJUG7rQ0yGx1g4pSItr5PxLHjLc9K53sHf2-70qNzmiUw/s320/love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;After stepping into the world again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;there is that question of how to love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;how to bundle yourself against the frosted morning—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;the crunch of icy grass underfoot, the scrape&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;of cold wipers along the windshield—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;and convert time into distance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;What song to sing down an empty road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;as you begin your morning commute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;And is there enough in you to see, really see,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;the three wild turkeys crossing the street&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;with their featherless heads and stilt-like legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;in search of a morning meal? Nothing to do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;but hunker down, wait for them to safely cross.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;As they amble away, you wonder if they want&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;to be startled back into this world. Maybe you do, too,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;waiting for all this to give way to love itself,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;to look into the eyes of another and feel something—&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;the pleasure of a new lover in the unbroken night,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;your wings folded around him, on the other side&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;of this ragged January, as if a long sleep has ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 1.538em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: #fcf9f9;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 26.146px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January Gill O’Neil &lt;/b&gt;is the author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Misery Islands&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 24px;"&gt;(CavanKerry Press, 2014) and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Underlife&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 24px;"&gt;(CavanKerry Press, 2009). She is executive&amp;nbsp;director of the Massachusetts Poetry Festival and teaches at Salem State University in Salem, Massachusetts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/3632659301251260929/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2015/12/howtolove.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/3632659301251260929" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/3632659301251260929" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2015/12/howtolove.html" rel="alternate" title="How to Love" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14806908947002283743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtsan_vmVsr2wPZ-FNjOLX7-qiuu5K8OYmre8USETTZn3Rg7NU0ZCigy34cHZIkEf7rpZMO1Gwu-Kuj46n3vO-uXSmXCVpbSSJUG7rQ0yGx1g4pSItr5PxLHjLc9K53sHf2-70qNzmiUw/s72-c/love.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-3605526623773471889</id><published>2014-10-27T21:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-10-27T21:59:01.374+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors Pick"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romantic Poems"/><title type="text">To You From Me</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX32-e4xZuCYdb1WLl22eh7ahEH7dK4gh98NSARl6v-URp4y6cs4n7cu7zJNAxV3dmsyVQHUoH_SaNhGEsN9gqyOMiwtEIaMtHAwWLZHsUPs0PoC-pufyEQDdTLL65WnY7WNiruFJ8lPE/s1600/love-poems-from-the-heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX32-e4xZuCYdb1WLl22eh7ahEH7dK4gh98NSARl6v-URp4y6cs4n7cu7zJNAxV3dmsyVQHUoH_SaNhGEsN9gqyOMiwtEIaMtHAwWLZHsUPs0PoC-pufyEQDdTLL65WnY7WNiruFJ8lPE/s1600/love-poems-from-the-heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My mind is longing for love,&lt;br /&gt;A love my heart just found.&lt;br /&gt;Words will not describe!&lt;br /&gt;The emotions I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;When we are together,&lt;br /&gt;I need to hold you close.&lt;br /&gt;Heart to mind, or lips to lips.&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile, your sexy charm,&lt;br /&gt;Your valiant walk, your long flowing hair,&lt;br /&gt;All these things sets alarm.&lt;br /&gt;To each day I walk alone,&lt;br /&gt;No one can fill my heart... your home.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all damn day,&lt;br /&gt;But mostly when I lie awake.&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamt much in the past,&lt;br /&gt;Now I do and it's for you.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and all,&lt;br /&gt;To see that gorgeous smile,&lt;br /&gt;That always makes me fall.&lt;br /&gt;When you think you have nothing left,&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR to you, I'll be left.&lt;br /&gt;Your gentle lips and your beautiful glow,&lt;br /&gt;An angel I have, from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;I know these words, my heart has shown,&lt;br /&gt;To you I vow these words alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;By Unknown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/feeds/3605526623773471889/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2014/10/to-you-from-me.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/3605526623773471889" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177667622410139098/posts/default/3605526623773471889" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/2014/10/to-you-from-me.html" rel="alternate" title="To You From Me" type="text/html"/><author><name>J'D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287767060473350429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqn9FReVXfH-W7zJCTXPMONZCJelEOrP4CXKs8NfuZ4KVw507kfyyFDm6Q_U5rKeXtbHD7gdajCz-M4Ikv771_qBTfajLywJAyUL6bqyD8pC8JjetBWio4RVFMJPmnBI/s220/P6060180.jpg" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX32-e4xZuCYdb1WLl22eh7ahEH7dK4gh98NSARl6v-URp4y6cs4n7cu7zJNAxV3dmsyVQHUoH_SaNhGEsN9gqyOMiwtEIaMtHAwWLZHsUPs0PoC-pufyEQDdTLL65WnY7WNiruFJ8lPE/s72-c/love-poems-from-the-heart.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177667622410139098.post-1859065249628551159</id><published>2013-12-26T01:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2013-12-26T01:17:41.117+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Authors Pick"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sad Poems"/><title type="text">Walk Away</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZzakyM2bRcOJPeGy5pNHbocCUB016acjbUgLsmrO86TMbzSbd2tFoKSnsv6v5mTeHT4O6kAxVhRyFU_l2DedfwURhv5v2n1uD3LICdBvm5emcGJSumZUKSZ3iChCkxmCC2_GCp2uaBQ/s1600/forest-leaving-girl-boy-Favim.com-471508_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZzakyM2bRcOJPeGy5pNHbocCUB016acjbUgLsmrO86TMbzSbd2tFoKSnsv6v5mTeHT4O6kAxVhRyFU_l2DedfwURhv5v2n1uD3LICdBvm5emcGJSumZUKSZ3iChCkxmCC2_GCp2uaBQ/s200/forest-leaving-girl-boy-Favim.com-471508_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad you are happy,
but I'm miserable.
No closure,
is there a chance?

I sit here for hours
trying to comprehend.
So I've realized...
I love you more than life itself,
but somehow,
we've grown apart.

You say you love me
but you can't.
You walked away...
If you truly loved me,
you would've realized.
No matter what, 
I'll always love you.

Right now it seems,
I took you for granted
and you left...
was I not perfect enough?
I gave you my all,
and you said you'd...
always love me.

You walked away.
I'm hoping you'll come back,
but realizing you won't.
When she's gone and 
you have nowhere to go,
remember that
...YOU walked away.

I can't forget all
the memories.
With that, though,
I remember the lies.
You broke my heart when
you walked away.

You've lost me...
because I will never forget
the day you walked away.
Slowly it destroys me.
I've lost you.
If you ever grow-up
and realize what you want,
my love will always stay true.

Set things straight
but my return I doubt, 
because now,
...I'm walking away.&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;By - Unknown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUiwtus5TFYajYA4Ntlai3GB705qgtGP8vNzjJTkJkU5-5XAKxw2n82rr8FXJ6hc84cElOE-fjRAqOBkOj-C_e7k5jiVL5Y3aW6GFspKXcIyh74JfOcDWbSg6gLG6XCBcfwyXPbdqYfWr/s1600/3128776046_1_2_otR9ngyL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUiwtus5TFYajYA4Ntlai3GB705qgtGP8vNzjJTkJkU5-5XAKxw2n82rr8FXJ6hc84cElOE-fjRAqOBkOj-C_e7k5jiVL5Y3aW6GFspKXcIyh74JfOcDWbSg6gLG6XCBcfwyXPbdqYfWr/s200/3128776046_1_2_otR9ngyL.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Words&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;pre&gt;Always remember what we had,
And what we said,
I was always there for you,
Even after you broke my heart in two,
I know how to forgive and forget,
I hope you meant, that it, you regret,
Life's too short to waste with you,
You treated me badly and you knew,
I am ready to move on,
I knew this would happen it wouldn't be long,
My friends were here by my side,
When I found out you had lied,
You promised you'd never hurt me,
Now I am glad you set me free,
I don't need this I'd rather die,
And it's all over you deceiving lie,
I want you to know one last thing,
I still don't think this was a fling,
I know we had something more,
We just didn't have the time to explore,
Now you've hurt me so deeply much,
I don't think I'll ever miss your touch,
One last thing you have to know,
That words past said, did just flow,
I guess the last thing I should say,
Is I Love You Anyway.&lt;/pre&gt;
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&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BY Kristina&amp;nbsp;R&amp;nbsp;Hansen
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvsZhZbtqQAoTwTjcWLXxS-GMs-yhyphenhyphenqZG_KvMNTNFNd6eZKjIdWpOW2Or85QlXZutjwRMuMnqqqHnzPuzD2vE7tVvBc_0NnwYMmMRrWgGiA7O7YrLhaob2Jj8a7dAytfCgzfb9NOUBQA/s1600/mother-and-child-1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvsZhZbtqQAoTwTjcWLXxS-GMs-yhyphenhyphenqZG_KvMNTNFNd6eZKjIdWpOW2Or85QlXZutjwRMuMnqqqHnzPuzD2vE7tVvBc_0NnwYMmMRrWgGiA7O7YrLhaob2Jj8a7dAytfCgzfb9NOUBQA/s200/mother-and-child-1a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You are the sunlight in my day,&lt;br /&gt;You are the moon I see far away.&lt;br /&gt;You are  the tree I lean upon,&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that makes troubles be gone.&lt;br /&gt;You are  the one who taught me life,&lt;br /&gt;How not to fight, and what is right.&lt;br /&gt;You are  the words inside my song,&lt;br /&gt;You are my love, my life, my mom.&lt;br /&gt;You are the  one who cares for me,&lt;br /&gt;You are the eyes that help me see.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one  who knows me best,&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to have fun and time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;You are  the one who has helped me to dream,&lt;br /&gt;You hear my heart and you hear my  screams.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of life but looking for love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed for God sent you  from above.&lt;br /&gt;You are my friend, my heart, and my soul&lt;br /&gt;You are the greatest  friend I know.&lt;br /&gt;You are the words inside my song,&lt;br /&gt;You are my love, my life,  my Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;By Champagne S. Baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Also See:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.in/2012/01/whats-mother-worth.html"&gt;What's a Mother Worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.in/2012/05/daddys-arms.html"&gt;Daddy's Arms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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