<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2024 02:05:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>relationship</category><category>short poem</category><category>love</category><category>♥Love Gives Me Hope:)ღ</category><category>love story</category><category>miss U</category><category>sad poem</category><category>BABY</category><category>broken hearted</category><category>boyfriend</category><category>boyfriend  Dream or Nightmare</category><category>love poem for her</category><category>When a girl likes you</category><category>facebook</category><category>internet love</category><category>love happy</category><category>love poem for him</category><category>motivational poem</category><category>quotes only</category><category>romantic</category><category>sorry poem</category><category>tip for guys</category><title>Icaref0rwomen</title><description>► My blog is more like my life... Some poems,, some notes.. some views,, and some real stories..
 ◄</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:summary>► My blog is more like my life... Some poems,, some notes.. some views,, and some real stories.. ◄</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>► My blog is more like my life... Some poems,, some notes.. some views,, and some real stories.. ◄</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-9030723396236962908</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2013 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-13T09:30:58.346-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tip for guys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">When a girl likes you</category><title>When a girl likes you quote</title><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="userContent" data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;When a
 girl likes you, she starts to get selfish. She wants your attention 
only on her, she wants your time only given to her, she wants your 
thoughts only to be on her, she wants your affection to only be towards 
her. When she wants a guy, she wants all of him &amp;amp; she won't settle 
to just have parts of him. She won't like it when he doesn't make her 
feel like she's special to him because her mind's&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;
 gonna tell her either he's busy making another girl feel special or 
he's starting to lose interest or he doesn't find her as attractive. 
Just a whole bunch of crazy thoughts all mixed up, making her even more 
selfish for him. She'll start trying even harder to get what she wants 
from him until he gives it to her &amp;amp; if even then she doesn't get it,
 then she'll start to feel like he can't give her 100% of him &amp;amp; 
she'll leave &amp;amp; try to find it elsewhere. Either she can have you to 
herself, or she won't want you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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meet someone. You guys start talking. You guys start texting. You guys 
start calling. You guys start getting to know each other. You guys start
 to hang out. You guys start talking even more. You guys are telling 
your friends about each other. You guys start flirting. You guys don't 
"hang out", you guys "spend time". You guys gain feelings. You guys 
confess to each other. You guys start kissing&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;,
 hugging, cuddling, holding hands, calling each other names, sexing'. You
 guys got comfortable. You guys start arguing. You guys start to see the
 flaws. You guys are crying. You guys are heartbroken. You guys start 
drifting. You guys think it's better off being friends. You guys never 
talk again. Sound familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2013/06/sound-familiar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-384718585162277000</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-17T18:36:22.228-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">miss U</category><title>missing you </title><description>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No words I write can ever say,
How much I miss you every day.
As time goes by the loneliness grows,
How I miss you... nobody knows.

I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
But all I have are memories,
And a photo in a frame.
No one knows my sorrow,
No one sees me weep.

But the love I have for you,
Is in my heart and mine to keep.
I never stopped loving you,
I don't think I ever will.

Deep inside my heart,
You are with me still.
Heartaches in this world are many,
But mine is worse than any.

My heart still aches as I whisper low,
"I need you... and miss you so."
The things we feel so deeply,
Are often the hardest things to say.
But I just can't keep quiet anymore,
So I'll tell you anyway.

There is a place in my heart,
That no one else can fill.
I love you... and I always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="userContent" data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;She 
misses you but, the thing is, she doesn't know if you miss her too &amp;amp;
 honestly, she's afraid to find out because what if you don't? Then 
she'll look stupid for saying it to someone who doesn't feel the same 
way. So, she would fight the urge to text you, she would fight the urge 
to look at your pictures, she would fight the urge to visit your page, 
she would fight the urge to think about you but all of that is hard for 
her to do. Ignoring you is almost impossible for her but paying 
attention to you doesn't make her miss you any less either. All she can 
do now is wait for you to miss her enough to hit her up first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2013/04/she-miss-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBijF7NxlOMRhi7bgRnMKFMe5LAMxcUfQtsRz3St2tU1Vt4Pu5HvaPNTRQzNe9w221NIdlFz7QLCPHjtGk8pC2FiDiwM6NwBtnYeJVzGRCg26QU5dm9jv1IdZBqLjPOYVpYuEyIRCj8w/s72-c/i-miss-him-248.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-2396229556025705712</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-21T07:51:38.558-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationship</category><title>One day </title><description>&lt;h3&gt;
&lt;span class="userContent" data-ft="{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}"&gt;One 
day, you're going to miss the little text messages she would send you 
throughout the day. You're going to miss how she would worry about you 
when you go out late. You're going to miss how she would wait for you to
 text her back for hours. You're going to miss how she would look over 
at you while you're driving. You're going to miss her hogging the bed 
when you guys are sleeping. You're going t&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;o
 miss her calling you late at night when she can't fall asleep. You're 
going to miss her being random &amp;amp; weird when you guys spend time 
together. You're going to miss play-fighting with her because she's 
bullying you. You're going to miss her kissing you for no reason. You're
 going to miss that you once had her &amp;amp; she loved you, but now that 
she's gone &amp;amp; no longer cares, all you can do is miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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- Society is wrong. Dead wrong. We're taught that exotic is beautiful. 
We're taught to believe that miniature waists, and perfect tans are 
beautiful. We're convinced that the blond girls with gorgeous smiles 
will win every time. But,  the truth is? Originality is beautiful. Big 
brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Curves. Your natural skin tone is 
beautiful. Your hair color, your smile. Your voice, your laugh, your 
personality. Every inch of you is beautiful, every single part of you 
shines with your essence. You, my dear? You're beautiful&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Every  day he used to follow me from school till my home and this happened for  at least 3 years. But one day he didn't come I thought he might be busy  with something. And the days passed away I couldn't see him. I thought  he is fed up of coming after me. But I started missing him. After 2  months when he didn't come after me I met his friend and asked about  him. I came to knew that he is in Hospital, there are only 3 months left  for him to live. As he got Brain tumor which was not curable I was  stunned. I couldn't stop myself and rushed to the hospital where I saw  him lying in the bed and only asking for me. And when he saw me there I  think he was the happiest person on this world he said that he really  loves me and wants to marry me. I knew the truth but I accepted his  proposal we couldn't marry but I gave him my love for next 3 months. I  gave him all I have physically as well as mentally.&lt;br /&gt;
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I recall that  day when he was in his last stage. He was terribly weak and there were  only three words he was saying that he loves me more than anything and  will come back in my life soon. He was just praying for one thing that  in every Birth he gets me as his love.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is no more now I lost  him on 15th March 04 but I have his love for me... Our baby (which came  when we made love in those 3 months) and I have never married anyone. As  I don't want to share our love with anyone. It's been a year passed I  am living with my baby and with his love. I know he is there with me and  will protect me every time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-love-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXi-GSS2m1zT14Qrju2XuiBPYqt57VTH2BCjGWb0fMYddxdvxOaMQ09lO4Ptn1yZVy9hx7T3sQMD0c5okGfpf1qHbDOivAijCK_0S1OFP8Gmc591-C94au7GcDrocgvqaoBCl3amgMCY/s72-c/Love+for+real.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-8818250855594119090</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 10:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-29T06:48:58.226-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love poem for her</category><title>A CUTE POEM FOR A CUTE GIRL</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You changed my world with a blink of an eye &lt;br /&gt;
That is something that I can not deny &lt;br /&gt;
You put my soul from worst to best &lt;br /&gt;
That is why I treasure you my dearest Marites  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You just don't know what you have done for me &lt;br /&gt;
You even pushed me to the best that I can be &lt;br /&gt;
You really are an angel sent from above &lt;br /&gt;
To take care of me and shower with love  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear &lt;br /&gt;
And your touch have chased away all of my fear &lt;br /&gt;
You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile &lt;br /&gt;
It is even better everytime you smile  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It so magical those things you've made &lt;br /&gt;
To bring back my faith that almost fade &lt;br /&gt;
Now my life is a dream come true &lt;br /&gt;
It all began when I was loved by you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now I have found what I am looking for &lt;br /&gt;
It's you and your love and nothing more &lt;br /&gt;
Co'z you have given me this feeling of contentment &lt;br /&gt;
In my life something I've never felt  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish I could talk 'til the end of day &lt;br /&gt;
But now I'm running out of things to say &lt;br /&gt;
So I'll end by the line you already know &lt;br /&gt;
"I LOVE YOU" more than what I could show  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZE2FBDnRDU/ToRKdWqXswI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V6SWjAtDz9k/s1600/f_fLove3m7a61m_f689bf2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZE2FBDnRDU/ToRKdWqXswI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V6SWjAtDz9k/s640/f_fLove3m7a61m_f689bf2.png" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/09/painful-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZE2FBDnRDU/ToRKdWqXswI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V6SWjAtDz9k/s72-c/f_fLove3m7a61m_f689bf2.png" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-1496860719462399146</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 11:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-22T07:21:21.211-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sad poem</category><title>i never meant to do</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’m sorry i done you wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
i never meant to do what i done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
i remember when you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
“i love you more than you'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
ever know,” but i can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
that's changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
yes, you do hate me, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
that's going to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
i miss the long hours on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
the phone with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
and you made me laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
but all that's long gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
i cant look back to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
past, but i can look to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
the future with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;
brighter hope of a tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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for forever it seems this is true..&lt;br /&gt;
My life seems non existent&lt;br /&gt;
without word from you..&lt;br /&gt;
I would give my all …&lt;br /&gt;
To be able to wake up next to you..&lt;br /&gt;
Every day I continue to fall..&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply, inexplicably in love with you..&lt;br /&gt;
We have our doubts.. our fears.. and our difficulties..&lt;br /&gt;
Together we can make it through them all..&lt;br /&gt;
Alone is when we find it the greatest challenge to&lt;br /&gt;
make it through yet another day..&lt;br /&gt;
Come what may even during the times it seems&lt;br /&gt;
I have been lost..&lt;br /&gt;
Never to you my love…&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing matters without you..&lt;br /&gt;
I would pay any cost..&lt;br /&gt;
My gift to you is to be your forever friend..&lt;br /&gt;
one day your all for you know you can depend..&lt;br /&gt;
Once you have mended all the past scars that have been made..&lt;br /&gt;
Have finally figured yourself out..&lt;br /&gt;
Know I will be here waiting for you forever…&lt;br /&gt;
Many cannot understand it..&lt;br /&gt;
and I tell them it is not something that is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;
understood..&lt;br /&gt;
It is just simply meant to be.. my commitment from me&lt;br /&gt;
to you and one day I hope this commitment will be&lt;br /&gt;
returned even if unexpected..&lt;br /&gt;
I just never want to be rejected..&lt;br /&gt;
I am learning to know you more as we grow together..&lt;br /&gt;
I am beginning to understand when you tell me to leave..&lt;br /&gt;
try to push me away.. its because you want to see if instead&lt;br /&gt;
I will stay..&lt;br /&gt;
I’m still here.. the same as always…&lt;br /&gt;
And I never have any intentions of leaving your side..&lt;br /&gt;
and once we can physically be together forever…&lt;br /&gt;
all of our wishes will become reality I am your forever angel and you are my dream come true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you baby never doubt it.. we may  fight.. and have misunderstandings.. and others will try to break us  apart.. never fear because what they do not know and cannot hear.. is  the very beat of my heart begins and ends with you.. Do not try to  understand it .. just feel it and know it is true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZ5lWsYNzmWXqWrhXgzC537trQ1_sTKgOCcm2OCq-YNjXlVHWtnKcyIb-qVDBCyy-a8LolpibsYGbQF8dUSHjYJrotMfXUgk5i9wY70sPYAxIla-kTMlQyU97KWVeQgobHNM9X1iqdTA/s1600/4294d7d0c5bb60b0aadbd2e0f7e6f2a5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZ5lWsYNzmWXqWrhXgzC537trQ1_sTKgOCcm2OCq-YNjXlVHWtnKcyIb-qVDBCyy-a8LolpibsYGbQF8dUSHjYJrotMfXUgk5i9wY70sPYAxIla-kTMlQyU97KWVeQgobHNM9X1iqdTA/s1600/4294d7d0c5bb60b0aadbd2e0f7e6f2a5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Count your blessings instead of your crosses;&lt;br /&gt;
Count your gains instead of your losses.&lt;br /&gt;
Count your joys instead of your woes;&lt;br /&gt;
Count your friends instead of your foes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Count your smiles instead of your tears;&lt;br /&gt;
Count your courage instead of your fears.&lt;br /&gt;
Count your full years instead of your lean;&lt;br /&gt;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Count your health instead of your wealth;&lt;br /&gt;
Love your neighbor as much as yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/07/count-your-blessings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZ5lWsYNzmWXqWrhXgzC537trQ1_sTKgOCcm2OCq-YNjXlVHWtnKcyIb-qVDBCyy-a8LolpibsYGbQF8dUSHjYJrotMfXUgk5i9wY70sPYAxIla-kTMlQyU97KWVeQgobHNM9X1iqdTA/s72-c/4294d7d0c5bb60b0aadbd2e0f7e6f2a5.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-7393396107165013783</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-04T07:42:31.636-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short poem</category><title>Open my heart</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFWbS06pnXPpuBajzkkiSKLiuYKtWlO_Z4ECveSVnWqaklaQGth5DgpaGmOS_MVshUmzxuCB2lZIVg35GqnzRdwYfuCEswVGkal5gWhOdmNveqbyg5bOS1Y0bBYZjqgseNJ0PnYv46gI/s1600/179204_127768287288462_103644943034130_161227_5941774_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFWbS06pnXPpuBajzkkiSKLiuYKtWlO_Z4ECveSVnWqaklaQGth5DgpaGmOS_MVshUmzxuCB2lZIVg35GqnzRdwYfuCEswVGkal5gWhOdmNveqbyg5bOS1Y0bBYZjqgseNJ0PnYv46gI/s400/179204_127768287288462_103644943034130_161227_5941774_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
seeing that you already have the key,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart to meet with the pleasure of your life,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
So far you will find your heart desire,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart to come accross your life wonders,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
To determine that it was for good,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
To get to know utterly its aspiration,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
In order to find what i devoted for you,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
That's the only way to verify the truth,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
To find no difficulty to trust me,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
This where resides the true love,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so exhausted to give evidence of love,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
I can't resist no more, even for a second,&lt;br /&gt;
Open my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
...and that would be a passionate triumph! &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/07/open-my-heart_1350.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFWbS06pnXPpuBajzkkiSKLiuYKtWlO_Z4ECveSVnWqaklaQGth5DgpaGmOS_MVshUmzxuCB2lZIVg35GqnzRdwYfuCEswVGkal5gWhOdmNveqbyg5bOS1Y0bBYZjqgseNJ0PnYv46gI/s72-c/179204_127768287288462_103644943034130_161227_5941774_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-8136452577144977316</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 12:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T20:25:17.532-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short poem</category><title>Special one</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniY8LaVznOOI5pwd9ceWUBwLa3GELXUx3X1h_wlxCLFdKoZo5j2ZKQh0DdTEQf4blUqcqUZE1OvJq1voC-XIKuMJEBISTO5gsSi6RJi8LK4mPpn0fc-iTtcCasI8b7PWgAXocjKdP3cA/s1600/164040_161109227270362_107393522641933_321690_3585815_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniY8LaVznOOI5pwd9ceWUBwLa3GELXUx3X1h_wlxCLFdKoZo5j2ZKQh0DdTEQf4blUqcqUZE1OvJq1voC-XIKuMJEBISTO5gsSi6RJi8LK4mPpn0fc-iTtcCasI8b7PWgAXocjKdP3cA/s1600/164040_161109227270362_107393522641933_321690_3585815_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;When i look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;
your the only one i need in my life&lt;br /&gt;
we've been through so much together&lt;br /&gt;
and i feel like I've known you forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
your the only one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
i love you more than you'd ever know or see&lt;br /&gt;
i get a big rush when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; i hope you feel the way that i do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it makes me go crazy&lt;br /&gt;
the way you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;
shows me that our love is true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
id give so much for you to just hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
your love can completely control me&lt;br /&gt;
you show me your love to me and &lt;br /&gt;
see me from inside and out&lt;br /&gt;
and i feel the same way without a doubt.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/07/special-one_03.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniY8LaVznOOI5pwd9ceWUBwLa3GELXUx3X1h_wlxCLFdKoZo5j2ZKQh0DdTEQf4blUqcqUZE1OvJq1voC-XIKuMJEBISTO5gsSi6RJi8LK4mPpn0fc-iTtcCasI8b7PWgAXocjKdP3cA/s72-c/164040_161109227270362_107393522641933_321690_3585815_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-390829762370362303</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2011 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-02T08:03:49.078-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sad poem</category><title>I Wish</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish I could hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feel your lips touching mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish I could tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How special you’re and how you’re fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish I could be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish you really cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish that all my tears would stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish I wasn’t scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; didn’t hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish tears didn’t sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish my heart was strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But it’s the most fragile thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;With all these things I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can’t help but cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Because at night when all is dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I look up in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish my wishes on a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But as I softly close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I see my &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I see your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJGKt3wYbbJ64GSeZZPWKfjqme5k6qfKRNWoVx9ugpH82LSPjlIN9_VsSWulFOnqDEw2K8PC0Zv65GbPudcItk3VpYQ5AylvA_Zq_Ly5EiEcoYtTfKP_4M0Azt9C9ZqsUe3BTPbCspO8/s72-c/Silent_Tears_by_burnmydress.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-1269782483862821458</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 10:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-01T06:43:55.382-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">miss U</category><title>A Precious Poem For Precious Person</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM3e97ZXze_7W1cK9vx0k4Bs6re4Gv0Nok5EjMmaHsVP34a_v4AtPB-sk2dQ7Ekwk2okTw2sk3cL_uMbc5cOiJ3XWa8Dd9SFKde3ThqgFZNDBbWnxre15-1I_o9D8jpQyKG3ZtLcXuaEg/s640/Pure_Love_by_themozzie.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RespectFemales"&gt;Copyright 2011 - poem from my heart - is proudly powered by deon wallace&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now that I am missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can write you letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;telling you how much I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now that I am missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;every little detail in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;reminds me of you and what you would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now that I am missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I appreciate the sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;knowing you’ll watch it, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now that I am missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can dream of you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;night long and all day, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now that I am missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can look forward to that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;when we see each other again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/07/precious-poem-for-precious-person.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM3e97ZXze_7W1cK9vx0k4Bs6re4Gv0Nok5EjMmaHsVP34a_v4AtPB-sk2dQ7Ekwk2okTw2sk3cL_uMbc5cOiJ3XWa8Dd9SFKde3ThqgFZNDBbWnxre15-1I_o9D8jpQyKG3ZtLcXuaEg/s72-c/Pure_Love_by_themozzie.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-739397195358632825</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-30T06:45:33.890-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">miss U</category><title>When I Miss You</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-cUgYjRTAUlNq_YpxSK4TntgV6_H0iRiliPYXKwsW9AVjzCw0qmdXisJi9PQIKOG4CjkGcnXDJNSePljG6k24XGwEwf2vJycROU4emHj_MNgXPcD8PycAfH09mbZN4DRkv4HeW9AHPs/s400/intimate_by_saturdayx.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I miss you&lt;br /&gt;
I feel my self in pieces&lt;br /&gt;
When I miss you&lt;br /&gt;
Tears fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
When I miss you&lt;br /&gt;
I want you close&lt;br /&gt;
When I miss you&lt;br /&gt;
I don't feel like whole&lt;br /&gt;
O My &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Please come back&lt;br /&gt;
and complete my soul.</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-i-miss-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-cUgYjRTAUlNq_YpxSK4TntgV6_H0iRiliPYXKwsW9AVjzCw0qmdXisJi9PQIKOG4CjkGcnXDJNSePljG6k24XGwEwf2vJycROU4emHj_MNgXPcD8PycAfH09mbZN4DRkv4HeW9AHPs/s72-c/intimate_by_saturdayx.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-2856640357693652439</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 11:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-29T07:12:03.642-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sad poem</category><title>Fragile Heart</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Fragile of heart, longing to weep&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the abyss, needing to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
Tatter and torn, my heart begs to bleed&lt;br /&gt;
Harden by your loss, I forbid to submit.&lt;br /&gt;
Wondering why it came to a sudden end&lt;br /&gt;
I thought we were lovers,&lt;br /&gt;
I thought we were best friends.&lt;br /&gt;
The seed of doubt, secrets and questionable behavior&lt;br /&gt;
Did nothing to salvage what was once in favor&lt;br /&gt;
Questions in abundance, answers in short supply,&lt;br /&gt;
made for a heartfelt, gut-wrenching goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;
Your love still haunts me like a ghost from the past&lt;br /&gt;
Wondering to myself why things never seem to last?&lt;br /&gt;
Betrayal so deep, it scars your heart and soul…&lt;br /&gt;
No explanations needed… that is what I was told.&lt;br /&gt;
Once we were lovers, once we were friends&lt;br /&gt;
Once we were in love, so I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
No longer a part of my future,&lt;br /&gt;
my dreams, or long-term fate.&lt;br /&gt;
Just a distant memory of someone&lt;br /&gt;
I thought was my ideal soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;
So be gone from my heart, my mind and my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
Time is all needed to heal and move forward&lt;br /&gt;
No time for regrets, remorse or self pity&lt;br /&gt;
Life goes on no matter how dreadful we are feeling.</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/06/fragile-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4FHz3GbHxwDzgLVyk70vXYN_0gnk66a3XTwyrvhDuPtYrIhI3QA1jw6AwMfh5f9PvJsVRbi9ev9tzfaB09ODjHDRcKcZqoosQxevIwzsZqgnvF7LpoV_RItAJPm4CJbMbdrWaxL-1ck/s72-c/look_at_the_pieces_by_wolkenstein.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-4335716319275949377</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 10:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-27T06:35:23.523-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sad poem</category><title>Still gOne ..</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;
Though i keep myself away&lt;br /&gt;
I live everyday on this thought&lt;br /&gt;
Wishing to have you one more day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is so void and empty&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing the rattling noise inside&lt;br /&gt;
This noise of the broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;
Wondering whether like me you've cried&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This pain lingers for very long&lt;br /&gt;
Which i'm sure you never knew&lt;br /&gt;
You just live everyday your life&lt;br /&gt;
Where i can never pass through&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If ever things will get better?&lt;br /&gt;
Living my life without you here&lt;br /&gt;
Don't know whether it's bad or good?&lt;br /&gt;
I'll continue to cry for the coming years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-gone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGRNPtTFfyiCF0ZdPYijNaRwWVJgArY50SiWVQR8AGqVAh3Ayea-vsPtuKmwjTQkWmuffpLwQr4rkA5cXVegMd_44ig1zIWnHfMLOHjN5d3oqUNBmGQCYlwZZ1LC0exe8Jsn2STo3aDI/s72-c/i_wish_U_was_Here_by_AndieMakkawaru.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-8398799583112633475</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 10:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-26T06:28:24.059-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">broken hearted</category><title>I wonder why</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkG-I-vRlW2N6UmCgS2lHAlY_F_WyDMyw3VGK1CdBl22RQ4F6Vd88-kaAn5oalmNzMoozOTUJmeZgP_5JZ3HN_-UeqZfQV-GDeFQ5JDK8P9wTIlKMLe-lkI8X0rKpPStmiZpkQOOSF6U/s1600/n78001554090_1894721_447641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkG-I-vRlW2N6UmCgS2lHAlY_F_WyDMyw3VGK1CdBl22RQ4F6Vd88-kaAn5oalmNzMoozOTUJmeZgP_5JZ3HN_-UeqZfQV-GDeFQ5JDK8P9wTIlKMLe-lkI8X0rKpPStmiZpkQOOSF6U/s400/n78001554090_1894721_447641.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder why you said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;
you broke my heart, you made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;
I loved you dearly, I loved you so,&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder why you let me go.&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder if it was always true,&lt;br /&gt;
when you said you loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;
You kissed me by the setting sun,&lt;br /&gt;
I wondered if you were the one.&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder how you could always take,&lt;br /&gt;
all these promises I always break.&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t know why we have to part,&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder how I broke your heart.</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wonder-why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkG-I-vRlW2N6UmCgS2lHAlY_F_WyDMyw3VGK1CdBl22RQ4F6Vd88-kaAn5oalmNzMoozOTUJmeZgP_5JZ3HN_-UeqZfQV-GDeFQ5JDK8P9wTIlKMLe-lkI8X0rKpPStmiZpkQOOSF6U/s72-c/n78001554090_1894721_447641.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-4799158794357180194</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2011 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-25T18:13:43.778-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sorry poem</category><title>I Am Saying Sorry</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52SzW66PSBC0ORCnMmh3V2f1VVXKIkLZmvTb6wAGXSMCLKyW31xEbgPsKe_hlXroQvoqkjrV6vDZqyfn4ziLRn3nF4OAuRtJwHA9WPsB42zGQdRt2PB127fU6Vk6S876zlO11T4ExZBo/s1600/n78001554090_1894704_6749214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52SzW66PSBC0ORCnMmh3V2f1VVXKIkLZmvTb6wAGXSMCLKyW31xEbgPsKe_hlXroQvoqkjrV6vDZqyfn4ziLRn3nF4OAuRtJwHA9WPsB42zGQdRt2PB127fU6Vk6S876zlO11T4ExZBo/s400/n78001554090_1894704_6749214.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I want to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when my jokes are lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You tell me what I need to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You give me space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without me even asking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You ask how I really am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when I’m smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And let me know when I have done wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll never go out of my way to hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I’m saying &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I can’t be perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We’ll say things we don’t mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But soon make it up to each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what I’m trying to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll never have another friend like yo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-saying-sorry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52SzW66PSBC0ORCnMmh3V2f1VVXKIkLZmvTb6wAGXSMCLKyW31xEbgPsKe_hlXroQvoqkjrV6vDZqyfn4ziLRn3nF4OAuRtJwHA9WPsB42zGQdRt2PB127fU6Vk6S876zlO11T4ExZBo/s72-c/n78001554090_1894704_6749214.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-366507698386756947</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-23T23:18:31.814-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sad poem</category><title>Our love was fake</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDoYKhgHd7fGhYZXe8XYjmyhbXlht-bICrRuKoGjckYdeDf2lg3G0GMca7mx9exY0vEFeV7AptfwzjbBcKrSdvyFOxgjKgW1d13TG4X674oPoP9pGdq12pjYIPIxIzT_YEXxt0VQhvB9o/s1600/n78001554090_1881024_5860084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDoYKhgHd7fGhYZXe8XYjmyhbXlht-bICrRuKoGjckYdeDf2lg3G0GMca7mx9exY0vEFeV7AptfwzjbBcKrSdvyFOxgjKgW1d13TG4X674oPoP9pGdq12pjYIPIxIzT_YEXxt0VQhvB9o/s400/n78001554090_1881024_5860084.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every time I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
I’m brought back to that day&lt;br /&gt;
The day it all began&lt;br /&gt;
The day you took me away&lt;br /&gt;
I’ve been in a fantasy world ever since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I never wanted to loose you&lt;br /&gt;
I never thought our “love” would fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But those words they hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;
That we could never be the same&lt;br /&gt;
But I know now our “love” was fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-love-was-fake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDoYKhgHd7fGhYZXe8XYjmyhbXlht-bICrRuKoGjckYdeDf2lg3G0GMca7mx9exY0vEFeV7AptfwzjbBcKrSdvyFOxgjKgW1d13TG4X674oPoP9pGdq12pjYIPIxIzT_YEXxt0VQhvB9o/s72-c/n78001554090_1881024_5860084.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Tunapuna-Piarco, Trinidad &amp; Tobago</georss:featurename><georss:point>10.6859096 -61.303524799999991</georss:point><georss:box>10.5635226 -61.444662799999989 10.8082966 -61.162386799999993</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-7460598828312541252</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-23T14:31:47.173-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">miss U</category><title>A Heart Touching Miss You Love Poem</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3NZexjBngqnpQsYezqkT4WwiLHD4OtpoZ5gzmOCGiDL_T0RHgIy25-SY-jju2RRoIQnE_oMBiodsDKsEeouWG989t8vf1-DmccVTAMbAZgROmhm9vIvmXGWDK0GgdGj89pPLjlVI0pA/s1600/n78001554090_1918964_7953949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3NZexjBngqnpQsYezqkT4WwiLHD4OtpoZ5gzmOCGiDL_T0RHgIy25-SY-jju2RRoIQnE_oMBiodsDKsEeouWG989t8vf1-DmccVTAMbAZgROmhm9vIvmXGWDK0GgdGj89pPLjlVI0pA/s400/n78001554090_1918964_7953949.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;A Heart Touching Miss You Love Poem&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I am sitting alone and thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why did you leave me alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;giving me the pains which I do not own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why did you broke me into two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;without caring about me and listening me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why did not you try to understand my feelings, my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am feeling so incomplete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just like the body without soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just like the night without stars and moon.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just like a ship with a hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Please come back in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i have forgotten to live it without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just come and hold my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as i am dying to meet you and missing you.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/06/heart-touching-miss-you-love-poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3NZexjBngqnpQsYezqkT4WwiLHD4OtpoZ5gzmOCGiDL_T0RHgIy25-SY-jju2RRoIQnE_oMBiodsDKsEeouWG989t8vf1-DmccVTAMbAZgROmhm9vIvmXGWDK0GgdGj89pPLjlVI0pA/s72-c/n78001554090_1918964_7953949.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Tunapuna-Piarco, Trinidad &amp; Tobago</georss:featurename><georss:point>10.635447351738877 -61.357360857215895</georss:point><georss:box>10.513060351738877 -61.498498857215893 10.757834351738877 -61.2162228572159</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-7041433245309558321</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-23T14:21:04.659-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">miss U</category><title>I Am Missing You</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PkJWujbRv-2OR4ASkW-vBVSSlKjZj0ebHbbQfLVibY4bP8LxNwdZOp1hv7C14olmPtVsJ2GAgvb0-ck5uwSOzb3FEvSXUJ9Ohh37QjwG1_BEZKJwkRSbwhVjJA-alVHY3XcivIeh5QA/s1600/n78001554090_2185520_2551546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PkJWujbRv-2OR4ASkW-vBVSSlKjZj0ebHbbQfLVibY4bP8LxNwdZOp1hv7C14olmPtVsJ2GAgvb0-ck5uwSOzb3FEvSXUJ9Ohh37QjwG1_BEZKJwkRSbwhVjJA-alVHY3XcivIeh5QA/s320/n78001554090_2185520_2551546.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; miss &lt;/strong&gt;you so deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know it is really sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But it is the only way to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How I live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But now it seems you like someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No matter how hard it is to live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But i will keep on missing you.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-missing-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PkJWujbRv-2OR4ASkW-vBVSSlKjZj0ebHbbQfLVibY4bP8LxNwdZOp1hv7C14olmPtVsJ2GAgvb0-ck5uwSOzb3FEvSXUJ9Ohh37QjwG1_BEZKJwkRSbwhVjJA-alVHY3XcivIeh5QA/s72-c/n78001554090_2185520_2551546.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-487811489956287862</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-26T19:20:11.304-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love poem for her</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short poem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">♥Love Gives Me Hope:)ღ</category><title>Deep Love</title><description>&lt;h2&gt;I Feel You&lt;/h2&gt;Every day when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;
I feel that you are here&lt;br /&gt;
Here in the bed and in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
And I pretend that we ‘ll never be part&lt;br /&gt;
I feel your lips on my lips&lt;br /&gt;
I feel your touch and your kiss&lt;br /&gt;
I know there is an ocean between us&lt;br /&gt;
A long gap, a distance between us&lt;br /&gt;
I wish some day my feelings become true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0I7Q6DNtyy39J6spVH4iPxpwoBlMcqz-AWbJ6AdOyhKeNRl4w9_IwPb-b6GuHDDKPd77L5Ln6pfchh9F1mLbBVpv8hZRr5JdwAs4XromAb-cZPe6fQLoH5RlqyvEercbb3CxI0Pgwwao/s1600/31379_394033546842_363524641842_4334617_7341112_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0I7Q6DNtyy39J6spVH4iPxpwoBlMcqz-AWbJ6AdOyhKeNRl4w9_IwPb-b6GuHDDKPd77L5Ln6pfchh9F1mLbBVpv8hZRr5JdwAs4XromAb-cZPe6fQLoH5RlqyvEercbb3CxI0Pgwwao/s1600/31379_394033546842_363524641842_4334617_7341112_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I actually feel you and make &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; with you.</description><link>http://treatingherright.blogspot.com/2011/05/deep-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0I7Q6DNtyy39J6spVH4iPxpwoBlMcqz-AWbJ6AdOyhKeNRl4w9_IwPb-b6GuHDDKPd77L5Ln6pfchh9F1mLbBVpv8hZRr5JdwAs4XromAb-cZPe6fQLoH5RlqyvEercbb3CxI0Pgwwao/s72-c/31379_394033546842_363524641842_4334617_7341112_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037459935695750160.post-3593896010642108060</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-22T18:44:37.077-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">broken hearted</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sad poem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short poem</category><title>You Are My Last Love !</title><description>Baby, didn't you know ? that I love you so much !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-m8GMjYc8l5XovJWy5XoIRmLxEmNFsPXf7DB81AArXsqoUS_nclPFIAV32oQRzaaSU2IvJ6iUs-oPFn7vTLw1L3OxgJFKYu2A5WtIBaMAldctSQ0RC3-bzVX-cppABMEMBWRAgm6VY14/s1600/16969_412872630088_392486240088_10481794_5657377_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-m8GMjYc8l5XovJWy5XoIRmLxEmNFsPXf7DB81AArXsqoUS_nclPFIAV32oQRzaaSU2IvJ6iUs-oPFn7vTLw1L3OxgJFKYu2A5WtIBaMAldctSQ0RC3-bzVX-cppABMEMBWRAgm6VY14/s320/16969_412872630088_392486240088_10481794_5657377_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the silent of the night,&lt;br /&gt;
In the cry of the stars,&lt;br /&gt;
Here I bow down before sadness,&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever my hand try to reach,&lt;br /&gt;
A memory between time,&lt;br /&gt;
A dream beyond hope,&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, how I love you with this strength,&lt;br /&gt;
As the wind over mountains in its faith,&lt;br /&gt;
Was there a place for me in the shadows ?,&lt;br /&gt;
Hmmm. . . , melodies which try to seek a harmony in life,&lt;br /&gt;
A fire that fade away in its sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;
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