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Handle LOVE with CARE Why is it that some people who find love, handle it with such carelessness? Some people search for love all their lives. When it is found, why put it down and forget about it,only to realize how much it meant when it is gone? When you find love, hold on to it, celebrate its feelings, drown in them every day, be consumed by them... I am consumed by you My Love I will never set aside my love. I will never look for it only when it is lost. I love you. I will show you and tell you every day.  Forever's not enough for me to love you!  |
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3/26/2007 2:28 am |
Broken glass can’t be mended, It will shatter once it breaks, Even you pick up each piece, And struggle to put it back It only reveals the cracked. Still you glued the snap, The missing piece you put a patched, I will tell you, you better stop. Before it make your hands smash-up. If you hold a breakable glass, Have concern and do some care. For once it was broken, even the patched Can’t help to cover the gap. Life begins when my long search ends 
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3/26/2007 2:25 am |
"if you're inlove, life becomes miserable, but i'd rather live with it, rather living without it" Life begins when my long search ends
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Just like the wings of a peacock, real love can be so fascinating.  U can always count on me 4sure! Thats what friends R 4!
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"You're my knight in shining armor, and don't you forget it. You're gonna get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you." --Ethel Thayer U can always count on me 4sure! Thats what friends R 4!
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I felt that kind of love for my mother as her memory crept away. Few ever experience that kind of love, especially with a spouse or partner. Oh, to love that big. We should all be that lucky. It's hard enough to find someone you really love in the truest sense, but to love someone unconditionally, that's real love. U can always count on me 4sure! Thats what friends R 4!
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The two laughed for what seemed like forever. I felt so priviliged to be a part of their world, even if only from a distance. What love. To be able to make that man feel so special, even in the face of something as demeaning as memory loss. For better or for worse, as the vows say. This was the other side of worse. U can always count on me 4sure! Thats what friends R 4!
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She held his hands and began to tell a story. "You know honey, today I was telling Pam how I love to iron your shirts and smell your scent as the steam brings it to my nose. It makes me happy," she said. "Oh, and what did she say?" he asked. "She said she wanted to throw up," the wife said. U can always count on me 4sure! Thats what friends R 4!
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The waitress brought their salad and he seemed confused. "What are those things on top?" he asked. "Garbanzo beans," she replied. "You know, honey, garbanzo beans, you've had them many times before. The man answered with frustration in his voice, "This really stinks, this memory loss, you know." U can always count on me 4sure! Thats what friends R 4!
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I couldn't help but hear their conversation. They had just come from a doctor's appointment. She recalled the doctor's words to her husband. "He says your memory is better, you're improving." He replied, "Really, that's good to hear, but it sure doesn't seem that way sometimes." U can always count on me 4sure! Thats what friends R 4!
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Will you still need me, will you still feed me... I sat in a restaurant last night, waiting for my friend to arrive. In the booth across sat a black couple- the man, late 60s, gray hair and a thin white mustache giving him a distinguised look, his wife, probably late 50s, attractive, well-dressed. They ordered the same- a chopped salad, two shrimp parmesans, two glasses of chardonnay. U can always count on me 4sure! Thats what friends R 4!
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The splendour of her native royalty, Her greatness and her sweetness and her bliss, Her might to possess and her vast power to love: Earth made a stepping-stone to conquer heaven, The soul saw beyond heaven's limiting boundaries, Met a great light from the Unknowable And dreamed of a transcendent action's sphere. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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A boundless knowledge greater than man's thought, A happiness too high for heart and sense Locked in the world and yearning for release She felt in her; waiting as yet for form, It asked for objects around which to grow And natures strong to bear without recoil Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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Asocas burned in crimson spots of flame, Pure like the breath of an unstained desire White jasmines haunted the enamoured air, Pale mango-blossoms fed the liquid voice Of the love-maddened coãl, and the brown bee Muttered in fragrance mid the honey-buds. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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All mights and greatnesses shall join in her; Beauty shall walk celestial on the earth, Delight shall sleep in the cloud-net of her hair, And in her body as on his homing tree Immortal Love shall beat his glorious wings. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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One moment fill with thy eternity, Let thy infinity in one body live, All-Knowledge wrap one mind in seas of light, All-Love throb single in one human heart. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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High priests of wisdom, sweetness, might and bliss, Discoverers of beauty's sunlit ways And swimmers of Love's laughing fiery floods And dancers within rapture's golden doors, Their tread one day shall change the suffering earth And justify the light on Nature's face. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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Illumining breath to think and plasm to feel, He labours with his slow and sceptic brain Helped by the reason's vacillating fires, To make his thought and will a magic door For knowledge to enter the darkness of the world And love to rule a realm of strife and hate. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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Abandoned it lay, alone, imperishable, Immobile with excess of passionate will, His living, sacrificed and offered heart Absorbed in adoration mystical, Turned to its far-off fount of light and love. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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A net for the constant lightnings of the spirit, A magnet power of love's intensity Whose yearning throb and adoration's cry Drew God's approaches close, sweet, wonderful. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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The wonder and beauty of its Love and Force. … The eternal Goddess moved in her cosmic house Sporting with God as a Mother with her child: To him the universe was her bosom of love, His toys were the immortal verities. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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All turned to all without reserve's recoil: A single ecstasy without a break, Love was a close and thrilled identity In the throbbing heart of all that luminous life. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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A Bliss, a Light, a Power, a flame-white Love ===================================== All struggle was turned to a sweet strife of love In the harmonised circle of a sure embrace. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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Life's steps a stumbling series without suit, Its aspect of fortuitous design, Its equal measure of the true and false In that immobile and immutable realm Find no access, no cause, no right to live: There only reigns the spirit's motionless power Poised in itself through still eternity And its omniscient and omnipotent peace. Above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
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And peeps and lightning-leaps of prophecy And intimations to the inner ear, Abrupt interventions stark and absolute And the Superconscient's unaccountable acts, Have woven her balanced web of miracles And the weird technique of her tremendous art. Forever's not enough for me to love you!
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Her mnemonics of the craft of the Infinite, Jets of the screened subliminal's caprice, Tags of the gramarye of Inconscience, Freedom of a sovereign Truth without a law, Thoughts that were born in the immortals' world, Oracles that break out from behind the shrine, Warnings from the daemonic inner voice Forever's not enough for me to love you!
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