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believe..

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 18:28:00 +0000

If I could catch a rainbowI would do it just for you,And share with you its beautyOn the days you're feeling blueIf I could build a mountainYou could call your very own,A place to find serenity,A place to be aloneIf I could take your troublesI would toss them in the sea,But all these things I'm findingAre impossible for meI cannot build a mountain,Or catch a rainbow fair,But let me be what I know best,A friend who's always there

Gift

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 18:21:00 +0000

There are gifts of many treasures
For both the young and old,
From the tiniest little trinkets
To great boxes filled with gold.

But, put them all together
And they could not stand in lieu,
Of the greatest gift of all
The gift of knowing you.

When your times are filled with troubles
Sadness, grief, or even doubt,
When all those things you planned on
Just aren't turning out.

Just turn and look behind you
From the place at which you stand,
And look for me through the shadows
And reach out for my hand.

I will lift from you your burden
And cry for you your tears,
Bear the pain of all your sorrows
Though it may be for a thousand years.

For in the end I would be happy
To have helped you start anew,
It's a small price to pay
For the gift of knowing you.

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 18:01:00 +0000

You remind me of a flower,Pretty, inside and outside.A reason why people smile everyday,A gift to all.You remind me of chocolate,Luscious and sweet.Someone people can turn to in crisis,Loved by all.You remind me of a teddy,Cute and huggable.Someone people feel comfortable with,Special to all.You remind me of a balloon,Happy and bouncy.Someone people can have fun with,Enjoyed by all.You remind me of a lot of things,But nothing can compare to the real person,A friend I can look up to,Cherished by me.

Love quotes...

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 17:54:00 +0000

Red roses were her favorites; her name was also Rose,And every year her husband sent them tied with pretty bows.The year he died the roses were delivered to her door,The card said "Be My Valentine" like all the years before.Each year he sent her roses and the note would always say,"I love you even more this year than last year on this day,My love for you will always grow with every passing year,"She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.She thought he ordered roses in advance before this day,Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away.He always liked to do things early way before the time,Then if he got too busy everything would work out fine.She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase,Then sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.She would sit for hours in her husband's favorite chair,While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there.A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate,With loneliness and solitude that had become her fate.Then the very hour as on Valentines before,The doorbell rang and there were roses sitting by her door.She brought the roses in and then just looked at them in shock,Then went to get the telephone to call the florist shop.The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain,Why would someone do this to her causing her such pain?"I know your husband passed away more than a year ago,"The owner said, "I knew you'd call and you would want to know.""The flowers you received today were paid for in advance,Your husband always planned ahead he left nothing to chance.""There is a standing order that I have on file down here,And he has paid well in advance you'll get them every year.""There also is another thing that I think you should know,He wrote a special little card he did this years ago.""Then should ever I find out that he's no longer here,That's the card that should be sent to you the following year."She thanked him and hung up the phone her tears now flowing hard,Her fingers shaking as she slowly reached to get the card.Inside the card she saw that he had written her a note,Then as she stared in total silence this is what he wrote.Hello my love I know it's been a year since I've been gone,I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real,For if it was the other way I know how I would feel.The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life,I loved you more than words can say you were the perfect wife.You were my friend and lover you fulfilled my every need,I know it's only been a year but please try not to grieve.I want you to be happy even when you shed your tears,That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.When you get these roses think of all the happiness,That we had together and how both of us were blessed.I have always loved you and I know I always will,But my love you must go on you have some living still.Please try to find happiness while living out your days,I know it is not easy but I hope you find some ways.The roses will come every year and they will only stop,When your door's not answered when the florist stops to knock.He will come five times that day in case you have gone out,But after his last visit he will know without a doubt,To take the roses to the place where I've instructed him,And place the roses where we are together once again.

FUNNY

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 17:40:00 +0000

Betty Botter

bought some butter.

"But," she said,"

the butter's bitter.

If I put itin my batter,

it will makemy batter bitter.

But a bitof better butter--

that would make

my batter better."
So she bought

a bit of butter,

better than

her bitter butter.

And she put itin her batter,

and the batterwas not bitter.

So 'twas betterBetty Botter

bought a bitof better butter!

Friend

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 17:34:00 +0000

Friendship is like the breeze,You can't hold it,Smell it,Taste it,Or know when it's coming,But you can always feel it,And you'll always know it's there,It may come and then go,But you can know it'll always be back.

Love

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 17:11:00 +0000

The snow, so peaceful and serene,caressed by the soft moonlight,gave magical feelings to the night.The soft blue glow,the lovers' words that then did flow,their lips closer and closeruntil, locked in the throesof a passionate embrace,he decided to express his feelings,to keep her safe.He whispered softly,his words like music to her ears,"I Love You,"and her response the same,heard like the gentle breeze,"And I, love you, forever."That was the night they promisedto be together through everything,each to care for the other when old and grayA lovers' pactthe most likely to last.

Friends

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 17:02:00 +0000

There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares,someone who's there through your good times and tears,who stays by your side as your friend through the years.

Lost

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 16:46:00 +0000

If I could catch a do it just for you,And share with you its beautyOn the days you're feeling blueIf I could build a mountainYou could call your very own,A place to find serenity,A place to be aloneIf I could take your troublesI would toss them in the sea,But all these things I'm findingAre impossible for meI cannot build a mountain,Or catch a rainbow fair,But let me be what I know best,A friend who's always trainbowI would here

The Gift

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 16:32:00 +0000

There are gifts of many treasuresFor both the young and old,From the tiniest little trinketsTo great boxes filled with gold.But, put them all togetherAnd they could not stand in lieu,Of the greatest gift of allThe gift of knowing you.When your times are filled with troublesSadness, grief, or even doubt,When all those things you planned onJust aren't turning out.Just turn and look behind youFrom the place at which you stand,And look for me through the shadowsAnd reach out for my hand.I will lift from you your burdenAnd cry for you your tears,Bear the pain of all your sorrowsThough it may be for a thousand years.For in the end I would be happyTo have helped you start anew,It's a small price to payFor the gift of knowing you

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 15:15:00 +0000

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 20:04:00 +0000

My Love My love is like an ocean It goes down so deep My love is like a rose Whose beauty you want to keep. My love is like a river That will never end My love is like a doveWith a beautiful message to send. My love is like a song That goes on and on forever My love is like a prisonerIt's to you that I surrender.

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 19:45:00 +0000

crazyworldz

noreply@blogger.com (suresh) — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 19:22:00 +0000

hello friendz