<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:44:42.011-08:00</updated><category term='Love Video Songs'/><category term='Journal'/><category term='Love Story'/><category term='Love Message'/><category term='Famous Love Poems'/><category term='Love Poems'/><category term='Love Tips for Boys'/><category term='Love Cry'/><category term='Love Letter'/><category term='Love Quotes'/><category term='Love Picture'/><title type='text'>Love-Bites</title><subtitle type='html'>This Is Where Vicky Expressing His Life, Love, Passion and Soul To The Others! Vicky Love and Hug To Everyone Here!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-1308136061828329634</id><published>2010-12-17T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:48:07.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><title type='text'>Dear Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/TQwS0Nl8fYI/AAAAAAAAAps/2WI_QIfy4M4/s1600-h/man-heart-gabecaby%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="man-heart-gabecaby" border="0" alt="man-heart-gabecaby" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/TQwS1dTw9pI/AAAAAAAAApw/4ypZLGDo6K0/man-heart-gabecaby_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="239" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dear Heart, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You’re weird. First you gave love a chance, loving the wrong person for so long. You gave it all you had and let yourself open without thinking that you’ll ever get hurt and for two long years, you loved with all you had even though you knew that the other heart did not love you as much. You kept loving and loving, hoping that you &amp;amp; the other heart will meet half way. Then the time actually came … the time where you got hurt. Not just a short amount of hurt; you were hurt for two year. For two year … you were completely broken &amp;amp; shattered. So broken that everybody noticed it. You didn’t want to give love a chance again; never again. Why would you give love another chance when you have gone through so much bullshit and lies? One of my old friends once said to me “She ripped out your heart; stepped all over it, crushing it to pieces and then just left it there without even cleaning it up” and honestly; I’m very sorry. So so so so so sorry that I put you through so much hurt &amp;amp; pain. That is why I kept you locked up. I was never going to put you through more pain. So when this new girl came in my life, I kept you locked up even though you kept telling me to go for it while my head kept telling me “no” because I wanted to keep you protected. But you kept trying to come out and over power my mind. So after all the things you’ve been through you still wanted to open up to this new girl, which amazed me. She must be something special if you wanted to give love another try just for this one new girl. Then finally, you over-powered my mind. I listened to you rather then my head. I’m glad I did listen to you heart because I can honestly say that I am truly happy and I feel as if you are healed. You are so much better. You helped me turn from that bitter heart broken man to this happy cheerful man. After that two years, you decided that you’ll give love another chance. Thank you because I have a good feeling about this girl. A very good feeling. Thank you for telling me to go for her. I’m so happy because even though I put you through so much pain, hurt, tears, bullshit, lies, and torture, you are still willing to give love another chance…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-1308136061828329634?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1308136061828329634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/1308136061828329634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/1308136061828329634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-heart.html' title='Dear Heart'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/TQwS1dTw9pI/AAAAAAAAApw/4ypZLGDo6K0/s72-c/man-heart-gabecaby_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-5384396894497485352</id><published>2010-12-17T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:02:34.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Message'/><title type='text'>Things i feel for you……..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/TQwIGmh5gzI/AAAAAAAAApc/GRMFlE8d0G0/s1600-h/2hxokrd%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="2hxokrd" border="0" alt="2hxokrd" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/TQwIHstMNBI/AAAAAAAAApg/COOBonCgM9Q/2hxokrd_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="508" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/TQwII9mDSgI/AAAAAAAAApk/tB0ZAP6nG8A/s1600-h/2u6k1hc%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="2u6k1hc" border="0" alt="2u6k1hc" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/TQwIKAZXpfI/AAAAAAAAApo/AdUOYMY4tmY/2u6k1hc_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="433" height="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-5384396894497485352?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5384396894497485352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-feel-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/5384396894497485352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/5384396894497485352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-feel-for-you.html' title='Things i feel for you……..'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/TQwIHstMNBI/AAAAAAAAApg/COOBonCgM9Q/s72-c/2hxokrd_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-6124086754927947691</id><published>2010-06-04T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:07:45.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Cry'/><title type='text'>STANDING IN SILENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9dEzjZsk2g/SqKPe8wsYkI/AAAAAAAAB6U/N_e0W34LNXQ/s400/LoveHurts.jpg" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9dEzjZsk2g/SqKPe8wsYkI/AAAAAAAAB6U/N_e0W34LNXQ/s400/LoveHurts.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;Standing in silence looking in the eyes of my love,&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;she is about to leave and I stop her.......wanting to hold on to her for one more second..........why does it have to be this way, what happened? What went wrong? My dignity doesn't allow me to ask her to stay, but my heart is about to speak for me.....please don't go, I wanted to shout....look at me and try to remember when you fell in love with me....remember the good days, the happy moments.......if you are willing to try, I am willing as well....&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;But I stay silent, my words caught in my throat....my eyes revealing everything....I am still looking at her, the silence between us grows bigger...the space is getting wider...again she starts to leave, but not before, she gave me a look that spoke volumes....I fell out of love with you...I want out, don't make it harder than it already is...I will not stay, we have hurt each other with swords....cutting out our deepest feelings....&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;Take care, was all she said.....closed the door behind her.....&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;I finally talking...........asking questions...do you remember when? The first time we held hands, the first time we said I love you, the first time we went out, the first valentine? Do you remember our first kiss? Cuz I don't remember our last....to me there was never an end...to me we will always go on..and on...&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;And then I felt a hand take my shoulders and help me up.....arms taking me in and vanishing all my pain,,,,,I looked up and there I saw a reflection of my strength, the reflection of my future, the reflection of my success...That is when my life started all over again......and I knew I would survive.....that was me then and this is me now........&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-6124086754927947691?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6124086754927947691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/standing-in-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/6124086754927947691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/6124086754927947691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2010/06/standing-in-silence.html' title='STANDING IN SILENCE'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s9dEzjZsk2g/SqKPe8wsYkI/AAAAAAAAB6U/N_e0W34LNXQ/s72-c/LoveHurts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-544032090640944974</id><published>2010-04-20T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:40:22.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Can’t Name You…………</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/S86BqZzj3BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/huPk3eS2K-M/s1600-h/Beautiful-face-594%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Beautiful-face-594" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="289" alt="Beautiful-face-594" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/S86BsnK_rBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/sK--7lJTpeA/Beautiful-face-594_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are some moments in life when you feel like dieing because it wont be worth living after witnessing such beauty. I've got a post on hold, one that is long due now. I've started writing it, but can't really get anywhere. I may publish it unfinished. But this one, I must post now. I'm afraid I wont be able to write about it, if this moment passes. I've been checking her album. She accepted the request today and she has written a post in her blog. Can't write the words of admiration that I want to as photo-comments. It'll be too much out-in-the-open. Some feelings, you need to hide. Murmur in her ears in private, in person, silently. Can't do that either. Can't fall in love with her. Twitted the moment, &amp;quot;There are two ways out of her eyes, love or death...&amp;quot; Love is an impossible option, death isn't even an option. I hate it! I know this is momentous, but moments I believe in. Eternity doesn't have the ability to hold it. Why does it happen to me? I should be dead, or in love... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Goddess, give me a camera and let me look at you.. forever... for this moment. I wanted to die, sincerely! Call me a cynic... but that's the truth! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-544032090640944974?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/544032090640944974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-name-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/544032090640944974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/544032090640944974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-name-you.html' title='Can’t Name You…………'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/S86BsnK_rBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/sK--7lJTpeA/s72-c/Beautiful-face-594_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-5119637231997527632</id><published>2009-06-23T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:12:21.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Tips for Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Video Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>If you find love.........then what we DO??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SkGLfaqPbxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lJmh1Cks8S0/s1600-h/20080315_121%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="20080315_121" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="334" alt="20080315_121" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SkGLgnXDKGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/IAQWwbbfYOk/20080315_121_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love her/him, feel honoured that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage, do not cause pain.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you fall in love with another, and she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame, Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as   &lt;br /&gt;something that flows to them rather than from them.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into saying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do. Love always has been and always will be a mystery.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don't deny love just only you don't want to be hurt............   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;IF YOU KEEP YOUR HEART OPEN, IT WILL COME AGAIN..............&lt;img alt="smile_wink" src="http://spaces.live.com/rte/emoticons/smile_wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;I have yet to see any problem, however complicated, which, when you looked at it in the right way, did not become still more complicated. - Poul Anderson&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-5119637231997527632?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5119637231997527632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-find-lovethen-what-we-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/5119637231997527632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/5119637231997527632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-find-lovethen-what-we-do.html' title='If you find love.........then what we DO??????'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SkGLgnXDKGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/IAQWwbbfYOk/s72-c/20080315_121_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-1849707417792889403</id><published>2009-06-23T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:02:17.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>A True Love Story....Read it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="307" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r146/UnoDiPassaggio/LoveOfSiamCry.jpg" width="575" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004000"&gt;There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be      &lt;br /&gt;treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was       &lt;br /&gt;stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside       &lt;br /&gt;but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004000"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#004000"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She looked up and asked &amp;quot;Can I help you?&amp;quot; She smiled and he thought it was       &lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her       &lt;br /&gt;right there.       &lt;br /&gt;He said &amp;quot;Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD.&amp;quot; He picked one out       &lt;br /&gt;and gave her money for it.       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Would you like me to wrap it for you?&amp;quot; she asked, smiling her cute smile       &lt;br /&gt;again. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;He nodded and she went to the back.       &lt;br /&gt;She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on,       &lt;br /&gt;he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask       &lt;br /&gt;her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about       &lt;br /&gt;this and told him to just ask her. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a       &lt;br /&gt;CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;!!!RRRRRING!!! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The mother picked up the phone and said, &amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and       &lt;br /&gt;said, &amp;quot;You don't know? He passed away yesterday...&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Later in the day. the mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a       &lt;br /&gt;piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love,      &lt;br /&gt;Jacelyn &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The mother opened another CD...       &lt;br /&gt;Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do       &lt;br /&gt;u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your       &lt;br /&gt;egos, hold hands and say, &amp;quot;I Love You&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;..............................................END..........................................&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at or repair. - Douglas Adams&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-1849707417792889403?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1849707417792889403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-love-storyread-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/1849707417792889403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/1849707417792889403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-love-storyread-it.html' title='A True Love Story....Read it..'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-7903268748871351428</id><published>2009-06-23T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:19:31.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>“Are you serious?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SkEAip4P1-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/NrNfteixRwM/s1600-h/DSC_7295%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_7295" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="372" alt="DSC_7295" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SkEAkCA9LcI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PoNdMGgfe1k/DSC_7295_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="547" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you serious?&amp;quot;, she asked me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Am I serious?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long to make you feel just that, I'm serious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Why so serious?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Because I love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;One lazy afternoon that rolls into a cozy evening is just the setting for a matured kind of love. Call me mushy, call me romantic, the old-fashioned kind. How does it really matter?    &lt;br /&gt;Just the day before, she gave me the first gift. It's nice. The way she gave it to me, was even better. It meant to me the care, she almost never showed for me. She's changing. She says, I'm changing too. There are certain things I hate about growing up, growing old. But there are certain others, I love. This is one of those. To be able to shake of your baggage of whatever you had gathered so far. There are moments in life, when you understand, you wont live much longer, not at least in the way you want to. Like an actor gives his best performance after the curtain rises for the last time, like a sportsman puts up his best after the penultimate whistle has blown, you live it up. You know the end is evident, you know you are too helpless to stop it, you're too skeptical to believe that it wont come. You live it up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;This is too good to be true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;You walk the scorching stretches of heat after doing the necessary weird stuff in life, and the last person you expect to meet is her. So, you hardly notice her. She calls you, then tells you, she'll call you up when she's free. You, being the skeptical pessimist you are, keep working your course. You almost forget about her. Somewhere deep down, you believe the call will never come. At the most she'll send a sms, which will say, &amp;quot;some other day probably...&amp;quot; or something like that.     &lt;br /&gt;Then you come out of your self constructed closet, where you try to look busy, wearing your self-made cloak of importance! And like silently the angel of life knocks at your doorstep, you see her, waiting. Not really for you, but at the place you least expected.    &lt;br /&gt;And you decide, this life is worth giving a try, once more.    &lt;br /&gt;So, you drop the duties and be there. Not because you can let go, but because you feel like! and then finally, you gather the courage to ask her out, in full presence of her friends. Not that they'll mind, but somehow, it used to look odd. Then you land up in a place where you can actually be cozy with her. Cozy enough to be able to talk to her, watch her cruising through the books, steal glances of her, be close enough to breath on her neck. You just want to kiss her there, but you know that'll be too much. And you enjoy the sweet pain of helplessness and and she enjoys her toothache because you are happy to be with her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;At some point, she actually wants to know about your feelings about her. You pore it out. You know it can be dangerous according to the principles you like to hold on to, but you don't care about them that much these days. She is too precious to let go, but she is too comfortable this afternoon. She's too good to be yours, but she says she's already yours, and she feels bad that you are troubled with this relationship.    &lt;br /&gt;Then, like luck would have planned everything perfect for the evening, you decide to go for a movie. Honestly, it's trash. But that's just the best to suit the bill. Any place cozier than a film hall if you want &amp;quot;not to be looked at&amp;quot;, even by her? You just feel her presence beside you. That's all you wanted, ever. The warmth of being together. Not much I suppose?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;It's too late and you've already promised her that you'll drop her home. You take a cab and the driver's drunk. So drunk that he escapes an accident just by a whisker all through the way. You feel worried about her, but then as you're pretensions give way to your love, because now it's too strong to be controlled, you feel like dying. You know the kind of life you want with her is not a possibility right now, so you secretly desire for a fatal accident. Impossible? So is this relationship.    &lt;br /&gt;You truely give in to the death drive!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't happen that way, but it would've been so good if it did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;She cares....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;That's good enough for now...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Am I serious?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Like the desert is about the rain, I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Start every day off with a smile and get it over with. - W. C. Fields    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-7903268748871351428?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7903268748871351428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-serious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/7903268748871351428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/7903268748871351428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-serious.html' title='“Are you serious?”'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SkEAkCA9LcI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PoNdMGgfe1k/s72-c/DSC_7295_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-6353428229422898186</id><published>2009-06-22T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:54:13.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Tips for Boys'/><title type='text'>45 things a girl wants but wont ask for:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SkAnri10YcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/z9FESzWpmgo/s1600-h/20080315_129%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="20080315_129" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="433" alt="20080315_129" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SkAnsx-GmPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/aoyWYzINo5k/20080315_129_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Touch her waist.   &lt;br /&gt;2. Actually talk to her.    &lt;br /&gt;3. Share secrets with her.    &lt;br /&gt;4. Give her your jacket.    &lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss her slowly.    &lt;br /&gt;Are you remembering this?    &lt;br /&gt;6. Hug her.    &lt;br /&gt;7. Hold her.    &lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh with her.    &lt;br /&gt;9. Invite her somewhere.    &lt;br /&gt;10. Hangout with her and your friends together.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;KEEP READING   &lt;br /&gt;11. Smile with her.    &lt;br /&gt;12. Take pictures with her.    &lt;br /&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap.    &lt;br /&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back.    &lt;br /&gt;15. When her friends say i love her more than you, deny it. fight back and    &lt;br /&gt;hug her tight so she can't get to her friends. it makes her feel loved.    &lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of someone?    &lt;br /&gt;16. Always hug her and say I love you whenever you see her.    &lt;br /&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly.    &lt;br /&gt;18. Hug her from behind around the waist.    &lt;br /&gt;19. Tell her she's beautiful.    &lt;br /&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her.    &lt;br /&gt;One last thing you need to do to show her you actually do mean it.    &lt;br /&gt;21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car- it makes her feel protected,    &lt;br /&gt;plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman.    &lt;br /&gt;22. Tell her she's your everything - only if you mean it.    &lt;br /&gt;23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her- if she denies    &lt;br /&gt;something being wrong, it means SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT- so just    &lt;br /&gt;hug her    &lt;br /&gt;24. Make her feel loved.    &lt;br /&gt;25-kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know!!!!*    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;KEEP READING!!   &lt;br /&gt;26-don't lie to HER.*    &lt;br /&gt;27-DON'T cheat on her.*    &lt;br /&gt;28-take her ANYWHERE she wants    &lt;br /&gt;29-txt messege or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at    &lt;br /&gt;work {or school}, and how much you MISS her.    &lt;br /&gt;30-be there for her when ever she needs you, &amp;amp; even when she doesn't need    &lt;br /&gt;you, just be there so she'll know that she can ALWAYS count on you.*    &lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER BECAUSE, IT'S IMPORTANT    &lt;br /&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold so she can hold YOU too.    &lt;br /&gt;32. When you are ALONE hold her close and kiss her.*    &lt;br /&gt;33. Kiss her on the CHEEK; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss    &lt;br /&gt;her).*    &lt;br /&gt;34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she will    &lt;br /&gt;automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin    &lt;br /&gt;up and kiss her LIGHTLY.    &lt;br /&gt;35. Dont EVER tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. If    &lt;br /&gt;shes upset, comfort her.    &lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT    &lt;br /&gt;36. When people DISS her, stand up for her.*    &lt;br /&gt;37. Look deep into her EYES and tell her you love her.*    &lt;br /&gt;38. Lay down under the STARS and put her head on your chest so she can    &lt;br /&gt;listen to the steady beat of your heart, Link your fingers together while    &lt;br /&gt;you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.    &lt;br /&gt;39. When walking next to each other grab her HAND.*    &lt;br /&gt;40. When you hug her HOLD her in your arms as long as possible*    &lt;br /&gt;MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED    &lt;br /&gt;41. Call or text her at night to wish her SWEET DREAMS*    &lt;br /&gt;42. COMFORT her when she cries and wipe away her tears.*    &lt;br /&gt;43. Take her for LONG walks at night.    &lt;br /&gt;44. ALWAYS Remind her how much you love her.*    &lt;br /&gt;45.sit on top of her and tell her how much u love her and then bend down to    &lt;br /&gt;her face and kiss her while sitting on her.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;you'll never know when she needs just a lil more love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There are more fools in the world than there are people. - Heinrich Heine  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-6353428229422898186?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6353428229422898186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-things-girl-wants-but-wont-ask-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/6353428229422898186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/6353428229422898186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-things-girl-wants-but-wont-ask-for.html' title='45 things a girl wants but wont ask for:'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SkAnsx-GmPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/aoyWYzINo5k/s72-c/20080315_129_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-5017048073412097398</id><published>2009-06-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:40:04.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Message'/><title type='text'>Don't find love, let love find u........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a38/QQpilot/love.jpg" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a38/QQpilot/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love. Love doesn't hurt all the time. Though the hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow. Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall. You just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing it's chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing. The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is risk nothin! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self, to love is to risk not to be loved in return. How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never     &lt;br /&gt;keep the pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength.But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choose to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that there were the things that helped you grow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love. Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart.     &lt;br /&gt;Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;There was a time in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love coz everytime we do, we get hurt, then i figured that's why it's called falling in love.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whatever happened, don't give up! It is just a trial.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After all God will not give you trial that you can't tackle. Have faith in yourself and cheer up............:-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past. - George Carlin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-5017048073412097398?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5017048073412097398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/don-find-love-let-love-find-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/5017048073412097398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/5017048073412097398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/06/don-find-love-let-love-find-u.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t find love, let love find u........'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-5192203126064554648</id><published>2009-04-10T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:18:31.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Tips for Boys'/><title type='text'>3 Simple Methods for Having Great Conversations with Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/Sd8q_UP7A-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Sttzy1jLYZo/s1600-h/389787755_a4c4ea7ce2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="389787755_a4c4ea7ce2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="341" alt="389787755_a4c4ea7ce2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/Sd8rA5lcaXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/owph16OC-hc/389787755_a4c4ea7ce2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="566" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Think back to the last time you had a conversation with a woman you were interested in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let me ask you something... what were you focusing on the MOST? Was it:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Wondering if you'll get her phone number? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Trying to make a good impression, so she'll like you? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Doing your best to sound confident and smooth? &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I've been thinking about this a lot today, and I realized that one of the biggest mistakes us guys make is that we are too focused on &amp;quot;what she thinks of us&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;if we're going to get what we want (phone number, first date, sex, etc)&amp;quot;... that we completely forget the purpose of the conversation, which is...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Getting to know the person in front of you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It sounds simple, but if you remember this when you're in the real world talking to a real woman, you'll loosen up, and start genuinely try to get to know her, and she'll FEEL that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If she feels like you are actually interested in her, she'll become MUCH more interested in YOU. I've got a few great tips for you to use next time you talk to a nice looking girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1: Notice what she gives you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here's what I mean. If, during the conversation, she mentions that she went bowling last week with her best friend, then you should ASK her about it. She's giving you a way to ask her about her personal interests, and she's hoping you'll pick up on that, and run with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If she mentions that she went bowling, you could follow up with any of the following questions or remarks:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Oh that's cool, I used to bowl in a league. How often do you play?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Who do you usually go bowling with? What other kind of things you and your friends to together?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* I think that's awesome that you like bowling, because it's one of my favorite things. How long have you been playing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Remember, take what she gives you, and use it as an entry way into a deeper conversation about personal interests, instead of being stuck in endless small talk (which she doesn't want either).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2: Ask her direct questions about her personal interests.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don't make the mistake of spending too much time talking about &amp;quot;surface level&amp;quot; stuff, like the weather, or the other people in the place, or the band that's playing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That kind of conversation is only interesting for the first couple minutes, because she's waiting for you to take it to the next level.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don't be afraid to just go ahead and ask her about herself. I know this sounds like common sense, but do you DO it in real life? If you see that she's wearing an interesting necklace, ask her about it. If you saw her playing pool before, ask her who taught her how to play.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The point is... you want to talk about personal stuff, not surface level crap. Start with small talk, but move out of it after a few minutes, or she'll get bored of the conversation (and so will you).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3: Don't ask for a date. OFFER a date instead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You're not a child who has to ask permission anymore. If you want to take a woman out, just let her know that you're interested in make an offer to spend time together at some place interesting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lots of people make offers to you every day. Some you accept, some you don't. Here's an every day example:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When you go through the drive thru at a fast food place, and you order a sandwich, what do you almost ALWAYS hear? Usually you'll hear something like, &amp;quot;You can upgrade that to a combo meail for only a dollar more. Would you like to do that today?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's kind of the same thing with talking to women.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She's already ordered the sandwich by having a nice conversation with you right now. You can simply let her know that you enjoy her company, and you'd like to offer her a chance to continue getting to know each other. If she says no, it doesn't have anything to do with you as a person. It's just not something she's interested in, just like you're not interested in buying the combo meal sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here's why I bring this up. Those fast food places that offer the combos with each order have dramatically increased their total sales volume by juat making that simple offer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;YOU could do the same thing with your love life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You could dramatically increase the amount of women you date just by offering each one that you're interested in a chance to get to know you even better. If one says no... who cares? The next 2 will say yes. But ALWAYS make the offer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The 14 year old kid at the drive thru isn't afraid of you saying &amp;quot;No thanks, and you shouldn't be afraid of some woman saying the same thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In Conclusion...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Remember, talking to women is not a sporting competition that you either win or lose. She's a real person who's giving you an opportunity to get to know her. She won't always make it so easy for you, but just keep trying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Focusing on &amp;quot;getting a result&amp;quot; from the interaction is a huge mistake. It makes her feel like you see her as a &amp;quot;task&amp;quot; that needs to be completed instead of a person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do your best to get to know her, and forget about getting phone numbers and emails. When you become genuinely interested in the women you talk to, the phone numbers and emails will pile up faster than you can count them!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here's a quick recap of the 3 tips...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Notice what cues she gives you to work with. Often she'll reveal tiny snippets of personal information, hoping that you'll take the ball and run with it. Pay attention to what she says, and use it as a doorway into deeper, and better conversation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Ask her questions about her personal interests and passions. Try to get off the small talk after a few minutes. Start with something innocent and minor, but try to take the conversation to a personal level. It makes it more interesting for the both of you. Trust me, she DOESN'T want the conversation to stay surface level the whole time. If she does, then find someone else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. Would you like the combo meal? If you're even MILDLY interested in a woman, always make the offer to continue to get to know each other at another time. They won't all say yes, but if you don't offer... NONE of them will say yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wayne Gretzky said, &amp;quot;You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.&amp;quot; I couldn't agree more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope you got a lot of value out of these tips. Now, you might be wondering what's next. What's the next step in learning how to be powerful with women.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In my opinion, one of the best skills you can have is knowing how to make out with women once you're actually ON the date with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you haven't already, go check out my new report called &amp;quot;Makeout Mastery&amp;quot;. In it, you'll learn all my best secrets for getting physical with any woman. You'll also learn what to DO on a date that will turn her on, and make her want to see you more and more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Go ahead and check out this special web page, while it's still fresh in your mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-5192203126064554648?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5192203126064554648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-simple-methods-for-having-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/5192203126064554648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_NVwC5upZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_NVwC5upZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-3062710487152168271?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3062710487152168271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-3177147282346943362</id><published>2009-01-03T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:15:09.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Hear What I'm Not Saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV-A7WheD4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VCaCbx0phBA/s1600-h/155627409_3bc294afab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV-A7WheD4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VCaCbx0phBA/s320/155627409_3bc294afab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287086244702850946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Hear What I'm Not Saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't be fooled by   me.&lt;br /&gt;                       Don't be fooled by the   face I wear for I wear a mask,&lt;br /&gt;                       a   thousand masks,&lt;br /&gt;                       masks that I'm afraid to   take off,&lt;br /&gt;                       and none of them is   me.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Pretending is an art   that's second nature with me,&lt;br /&gt;                       but don't be   fooled, for   God's sake don't be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;                       I give you the impression   that I'm secure,&lt;br /&gt;                       that all is sunny and   unruffled with me,&lt;br /&gt;                       within as well   as without,&lt;br /&gt;                       that confidence   is my name and coolness my game,&lt;br /&gt;                       that the water's calm and   I'm in command and that I need no   one,&lt;br /&gt;                       but   don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;                       My surface may seem   smooth but my surface is my mask,&lt;br /&gt;                       ever-varying and   ever-concealing.&lt;br /&gt;                       Beneath lies no   complacence.&lt;br /&gt;                       Beneath lies confusion,   and fear, and aloneness.&lt;br /&gt;                       But I hide this.&lt;br /&gt;                       I don't   want anybody to know it.&lt;br /&gt;                       I panic at the thought of   my weakness exposed.&lt;br /&gt;                       That's why I frantically   create a mask to hide behind,&lt;br /&gt;                       a nonchalant   sophisticated facade,&lt;br /&gt;                       to help me   pretend,&lt;br /&gt;                       to shield me from the   glance that knows.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       But such a glance is   precisely my salvation,&lt;br /&gt;                       my only hope,   and I know   it.&lt;br /&gt;                       That   is, if it's followed by acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;                       if it's followed by   love.&lt;br /&gt;                       It's the only thing that   can liberate me from myself,&lt;br /&gt;                       from my own self-built   prison walls,&lt;br /&gt;                       from the barriers I so   painstakingly erect.&lt;br /&gt;                       It's the only thing that   will assure me of what I can't assure   myself,&lt;br /&gt;                       that I'm really worth   something.&lt;br /&gt;                       But I don't tell you   this.&lt;br /&gt;                       I   don't dare to, I'm afraid to.&lt;br /&gt;                       I'm afraid your glance   will not be followed by acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;                       will not be followed by   love.&lt;br /&gt;                       I'm afraid you'll think   less of me,&lt;br /&gt;                       that you'll laugh, and   your laugh would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;                       I'm afraid that deep-down   I'm nothing&lt;br /&gt;                       and that you will see   this and reject me.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       So I play my game, my   desperate pretending game,&lt;br /&gt;                       with a facade of   assurance without and a trembling child   within.&lt;br /&gt;                       So begins the glittering   but empty parade of masks,&lt;br /&gt;                       and my life becomes a   front.&lt;br /&gt;                       I   tell you everything that's really nothing,&lt;br /&gt;                       and nothing of what's   everything,&lt;br /&gt;                       of what's crying within   me.&lt;br /&gt;                       So   when I'm going through my routine&lt;br /&gt;                       do not be fooled by what   I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;                       Please listen carefully   and try to hear what I'm not saying,&lt;br /&gt;                       what I'd like to be able   to say,&lt;br /&gt;                       what for survival I need   to say,&lt;br /&gt;                       but what I can't   say.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       I don't like   hiding.&lt;br /&gt;                       I don't like playing   superficial phony games.&lt;br /&gt;                       I want to stop playing   them.&lt;br /&gt;                       I   want to be genuine and spontaneous and me&lt;br /&gt;                       but you've got to help   me.&lt;br /&gt;                       You've got to hold out   your hand&lt;br /&gt;                       even when that's the last   thing I seem to want.&lt;br /&gt;                       Only you can wipe away   from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;                       the blank stare of the   breathing dead.&lt;br /&gt;                       Only you can call me into   aliveness.&lt;br /&gt;                       Each time you're kind,   and gentle, and encouraging,&lt;br /&gt;                       each time you try to   understand because you really care,&lt;br /&gt;                       my heart begins to grow   wings--&lt;br /&gt;                       very small wings,&lt;br /&gt;                       very feeble   wings,&lt;br /&gt;                       but wings!&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       With your power to touch   me into feeling&lt;br /&gt;                       you can breathe life into   me.&lt;br /&gt;                       I   want you to know that.&lt;br /&gt;                       I want you to know how   important you are to me,&lt;br /&gt;                       how you can be a   creator--an honest-to-God creator--&lt;br /&gt;                       of the person that is   me if you   choose to.&lt;br /&gt;                       You alone can break down   the wall behind which I tremble,&lt;br /&gt;                       you alone can remove my   mask,&lt;br /&gt;                       you alone can release me   from my shadow-world of panic,&lt;br /&gt;                       from my lonely   prison,&lt;br /&gt;                       if you choose to.&lt;br /&gt;                       Please choose   to.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Do not pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;                       It will not be   easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;                       A long conviction of   worthlessness builds strong walls.&lt;br /&gt;                       The nearer you approach   to me the   blinder I may strike back.&lt;br /&gt;                       It's irrational, but   despite what the books say about man&lt;br /&gt;                       often I am   irrational.&lt;br /&gt;                       I fight against the very   thing I cry out for.&lt;br /&gt;                       But I am told that love   is stronger than strong walls&lt;br /&gt;                       and in this lies my   hope.&lt;br /&gt;                       Please try to beat down   those walls&lt;br /&gt;                       with firm hands but with   gentle hands&lt;br /&gt;                       for a child is very   sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                       Who am I, you may   wonder?&lt;br /&gt;                       I am someone you know   very well.&lt;br /&gt;                       For I am every man you   meet&lt;br /&gt;                       and   I am every woman you meet.                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="credit"&gt;~ Charles C. Finn, September 1966&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-3177147282346943362?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3177147282346943362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-hear-what-im-not-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/3177147282346943362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/3177147282346943362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-hear-what-im-not-saying.html' title='Please Hear What I&apos;m Not Saying'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV-A7WheD4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VCaCbx0phBA/s72-c/155627409_3bc294afab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-2081859940371775139</id><published>2009-01-03T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:55:22.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>A Gentle Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV98RzGR5qI/AAAAAAAAAME/_ZTSCt56DQc/s1600-h/200210133-001.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV98RzGR5qI/AAAAAAAAAME/_ZTSCt56DQc/s320/200210133-001.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287081132772419234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Gentle Word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                    A special world for you and me&lt;br /&gt;                 A special bond one cannot see&lt;br /&gt;                 It wraps us up in its cocoon&lt;br /&gt;                 And holds us fiercely in its womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Its fingers spread like fine spun gold&lt;br /&gt;                 Gently nestling us to the fold&lt;br /&gt;                 Like silken thread it holds us fast&lt;br /&gt;                 Bonds like this are meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   And though at times a thread may break&lt;br /&gt;                 A new one forms in its wake&lt;br /&gt;                 To bind us closer and keep us strong&lt;br /&gt;                 In a special world, where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  - Sheelagh Lennon -                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-2081859940371775139?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2081859940371775139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/gentle-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/2081859940371775139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/2081859940371775139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/gentle-word.html' title='A Gentle Word'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV98RzGR5qI/AAAAAAAAAME/_ZTSCt56DQc/s72-c/200210133-001.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-7121697498440281693</id><published>2009-01-01T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:47:11.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Take me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV0AqTAn0CI/AAAAAAAAALg/7o5Ng9sUMHQ/s1600-h/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV0AqTAn0CI/AAAAAAAAALg/7o5Ng9sUMHQ/s320/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286382264260218914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Take Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand and leads me to where you want us to be&lt;br /&gt;anywhere but with you is always a home for me&lt;br /&gt;i once walked in a path where i can see nothing but darkness&lt;br /&gt;i tripped and fall,wounded and bleed yet i passed through it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear to be in that place again,that was like a prison for my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;a sphere where i cant even find my shadow,and in every moment i stayed in there&lt;br /&gt;a hostile feeling,an animosity... arise within me...i fought to hold on to my self..&lt;br /&gt;kept myself going...breathing...and i did...live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now with you...feeling the warmth of your presence in depth of my soul...&lt;br /&gt;your soothing voice calm my being...in the silence i can hear my heart beats for you...&lt;br /&gt;calling out your name and rested with the cradle of sweet emotion...contented.&lt;br /&gt;with you...darkness is over...so take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me...let's start exploring this new world,let our hearts lift us up...&lt;br /&gt;fly...be free...in one...let's levitate with the power of love...&lt;br /&gt;you open up the door for me to get acquainted to this new place....&lt;br /&gt;a place where my heart will nestled with yours for a limitless time...&lt;br /&gt;now...i submit my all to you...take me...and let's go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-7121697498440281693?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7121697498440281693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/7121697498440281693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/7121697498440281693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-me.html' title='Take me......'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV0AqTAn0CI/AAAAAAAAALg/7o5Ng9sUMHQ/s72-c/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-567071642758978151</id><published>2009-01-01T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:39:29.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><title type='text'>Love Message 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV-DRMIxVfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Fx5VDkpy3BA/s1600-h/2895052724_b4ae157d53_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV-DRMIxVfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Fx5VDkpy3BA/s320/2895052724_b4ae157d53_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287088818895279602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV-C1U0omFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cZYvEBBCwB4/s1600-h/spaceball2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV-C1U0omFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cZYvEBBCwB4/s320/spaceball2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287088340190402642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;U are every part of me and I don't wanna face another day alone. I wanna spend every second, every minute of the day with u. I wanna see u every morning as I open my eyes. I wanna feel your heart beating every night. I wanna be with u most of the time and never will I allow to anybody to set us apart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love u so much and I know love me more but why can't we be together as we wish for? Culture...for us it's a torture. There was a time that I just thought I'm gonna lose my mind. You always come along and then I'll be fine. Hope God will hear my prayers...that is to be with you for the rest of my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know it's stupid to dream about u but I don't mind. If it's wrong to love u, then my heart just won't let me be right. I just always hope that we'll have a place in this world to live happily ever and after. They said, "where there is great love, there are miracles" God help us both to be strong enough to hold. I've found what I've waited for and I couldn't ask for more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honey, I will always love u no matter what. Whatever will happen I still thank God. At least he has given us a chance to spend some time together. Things might be impossible for us but in HIM nothing is impossible! I'll do my best to make our relationship great and God will do the rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-567071642758978151?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/567071642758978151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-message-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/567071642758978151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/567071642758978151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-message-01.html' title='Love Message 01'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SV-DRMIxVfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Fx5VDkpy3BA/s72-c/2895052724_b4ae157d53_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-9055301807309353226</id><published>2009-01-01T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:59:41.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Quotes'/><title type='text'>Love Quotes Part-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVzhIfucxVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Cs_WvRmuE5I/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVzhIfucxVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Cs_WvRmuE5I/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286347598697645394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The shortest word I know is "I". The sweetest word I know is "LOVE". And the person I never forget is "YOU".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A man wants to be a woman's first love, a woman wants to be his last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sitting next to you doing absolutely nothing, means absolutely everything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy like believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know you're in love when you don't wanna go to sleep at night because your life is better than a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you feel cold and warm at the same time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you read over the same line for the tenth time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when your heart and thoughts somehow appear to rhyme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and when a simple name conquers your whole mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;then you are in deep trouble my friend... you are in what they call, "love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you love someone put their name in a circle, not a heart, because hearts can be broken but circles go on forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody is worth your tears, and the one who is won't make you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today I caught myself smiling for no reason... then I realized I was thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The spaces between your fingers were created so that another's could fill them in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone -- but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Never frown because you never know who might be falling in love with your smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, "thats her"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If it does not come back, it was never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you cant get someone off your mind they are probably supposed to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's amazing how someone can break your heart, but you still love them with all the little pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Last night I looked up and matched each star with a reason why I love you; I was doing great, until I ran out of stars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to forget someone you loved is like trying to remember someone you never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's only after someone is gone do you realize how much you miss them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is giving someone the power to destroy you...but trusting them not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will never forget how you made them feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The worst feeling you'll ever feel is sitting next to the person who means the world to you knowing that you mean nothing to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You never really stop loving someone. you just learn to try to live without them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you truly love someone, then the only thing you want for them is to be happy....even if its not with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night i sent an angel to watch over u while u were sleeping. It came back early and i asked it why? Its said "Angels dont watch other Angels"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once I dropped a tear in the ocean, the day I find it is the day I'll stop loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't have to promise me the moon or stars . . . just promise that you will stand under them with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving someone doesnt need a reason. If you can explain why you love someone, its not called "Love"... its called "Like"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will come after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-9055301807309353226?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/9055301807309353226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-quotes-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/9055301807309353226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/9055301807309353226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-quotes-part-1.html' title='Love Quotes Part-1'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVzhIfucxVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Cs_WvRmuE5I/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-8505452054324695665</id><published>2009-01-01T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:14:18.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Cry'/><title type='text'>ME AND MY LONELINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVzdsYTDduI/AAAAAAAAALI/Bgs9uiQnrQk/s1600-h/sad_and_lonely_by_Sepia_Club1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVzdsYTDduI/AAAAAAAAALI/Bgs9uiQnrQk/s320/sad_and_lonely_by_Sepia_Club1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343817132472034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH SOMEONE COULD FEEL MY LONELINESS,&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE COULD SIT AND CRY WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;WISH SOMEONE WOULD DROP TWO TEARS FOR ME,&lt;br /&gt;WISH SOME ONE COULD FEEL MY PAIN,&lt;br /&gt;WISH SOME ONE WOULD HOLD MY HAND AND TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;I AM THERE FOR U. &lt;p&gt;ASKED GOD WHY SO MUCH PAIN IN MY LIFE ?&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID U CHOOSE ME TO CARRY THE CROSS OF TEARS,&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID U GIVE ME HAPPINESS AND TOOK IT AWAY,&lt;br /&gt;WAS NOT I WORTH FOR THOSE HAPPINESS?&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID U WRITE MY DESTINY WHERE&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO SMILE WITH TEARS FILLED IN MY HEART?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I PRAYED VERY HARD THAT WISH SOMEONE COULD FEEL&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE THAT I HAVE IN MY HEART WHICH I HAVE HIDDEN&lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEART WITH ALL THE TEARS AND PAIN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;IS LOVE LIKE A VALLEY OF PAIN AND OCEAN OF TEARS?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A BEUTIFUL FEELING GIFTED BY GOD ,&lt;br /&gt;IS IT A BLESSING OR A NIGHTMARE FOR ME?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BUT NOW SINCE I AM THINKING ABOUT LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL FEELING,&lt;br /&gt;I AM LUCKY TO GET THIS FEELING,&lt;br /&gt;EVEN IF I DON'T HAVE LOVE IN MY LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE FEELING TO CRY FOR SOMEONE,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE FEELING WHEN MY HEART BEAT'S FOR SOMEONE,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE SMILE OF SOMEONE EVEN IF I HAVE TEARS,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE CRAZIEST THINGS DONE BY HIM,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE PAIN GIVEN BY HIM,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE WAY HE MAKES ME FEEL THAT HE LOVES ME&lt;br /&gt;EVEN IF HE DOES NOT,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO SIT AND THINK OF HIM AND SMILE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE FEELING THAT HE IS BESIDE ME,&lt;br /&gt;EVEN IF HE IS FAR A MILE.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I LOVE TO SMILE WITH TEARS INSIDE ME,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO LIVE WITH A FEELING OF LONELINESS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-8505452054324695665?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8505452054324695665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-my-loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/8505452054324695665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/8505452054324695665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-my-loneliness.html' title='ME AND MY LONELINESS'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVzdsYTDduI/AAAAAAAAALI/Bgs9uiQnrQk/s72-c/sad_and_lonely_by_Sepia_Club1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-779657939958944524</id><published>2008-12-31T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:30:32.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvWXk_t6tI/AAAAAAAAALA/PVLfCRRZ8sY/s1600-h/love-1-373x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvWXk_t6tI/AAAAAAAAALA/PVLfCRRZ8sY/s320/love-1-373x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286054288205671122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fountains mingle with the river&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers with the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;The winds of heaven mix for ever&lt;br /&gt;With a sweet emotion;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world is single,&lt;br /&gt;All things by a law divine&lt;br /&gt;In one another's being mingle—&lt;br /&gt;Why not I with thine?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the mountains kiss high heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And the waves clasp one another;&lt;br /&gt;No sister-flower would be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;If it disdain'd its brother;&lt;br /&gt;And the sunlight clasps the earth,&lt;br /&gt;And the moonbeams kiss the sea—&lt;br /&gt;What are all these kissings worth,&lt;br /&gt;If thou kiss not me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-779657939958944524?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/779657939958944524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/loves-philosophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/779657939958944524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/779657939958944524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/loves-philosophy.html' title='Love&apos;s Philosophy'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvWXk_t6tI/AAAAAAAAALA/PVLfCRRZ8sY/s72-c/love-1-373x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-6284904624883042218</id><published>2008-12-31T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:23:15.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Love’s Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvUpwN-JoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/y5ImUDcIfCk/s1600-h/lovekiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvUpwN-JoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/y5ImUDcIfCk/s320/lovekiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286052401432635010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By William Blake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never seek to tell thy love,&lt;br /&gt;Love that never told can be;&lt;br /&gt;For the gentle wind doth move&lt;br /&gt;Silently, invisibly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told my love, I told my love,&lt;br /&gt;I told her all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,&lt;br /&gt;Ah! she did depart!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon after she was gone from me&lt;br /&gt;A traveller came by,&lt;br /&gt;Silently, invisibly,&lt;br /&gt;He took her with a sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-6284904624883042218?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6284904624883042218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/loves-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/6284904624883042218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/6284904624883042218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/loves-secret.html' title='Love’s Secret'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvUpwN-JoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/y5ImUDcIfCk/s72-c/lovekiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661790721615351164.post-4709009910185309912</id><published>2008-12-31T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:12:23.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Picture'/><title type='text'>Love Wallpapers Part-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBv8S8PpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JLa82n-WBic/s1600-h/st-Valentine_37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBv8S8PpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JLa82n-WBic/s400/st-Valentine_37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286031617032994450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBv3bvgRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4nsXa-zUbOM/s1600-h/heart_135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBv3bvgRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4nsXa-zUbOM/s400/heart_135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286031615727730962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBvsVk1vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WBvrmY-GIeo/s1600-h/st-Valentine_43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBvsVk1vI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WBvrmY-GIeo/s400/st-Valentine_43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286031612749076210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBvf6xGDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yj5Ja1mFilE/s1600-h/heart_132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBvf6xGDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yj5Ja1mFilE/s400/heart_132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286031609415407666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBvbKMVhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/B71sQoPG1x8/s1600-h/love+%2838%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBvbKMVhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/B71sQoPG1x8/s400/love+%2838%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286031608137930258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661790721615351164-4709009910185309912?l=cafe-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4709009910185309912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-wallpapers-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/4709009910185309912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661790721615351164/posts/default/4709009910185309912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cafe-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-wallpapers-part-1.html' title='Love Wallpapers Part-1'/><author><name>Vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903645904183384529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kibBc10kKJs/Tbwj80GYBRI/AAAAAAAAArw/rghrGOoiMMs/s220/217694_154286691301518_100001605653818_365147_5839313_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bK9xOyfvoE/SVvBv8S8PpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JLa82n-WBic/s72-c/st-Valentine_37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
