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Monday, May 18, 2009

beautifully written xD

I think....everybody knows what is Love! but very rare persons are able to say something about love. I think...

love can be red,like the intense heat of a passionate kiss
.....the color of sweetness
.....the color of strawberries
love can be blue,like the comfort we take in a pair of denim jeans
.....the color of strenght
.....the color of perfect skies
love can be yellow,bright and warm like the morning sun
.....like the sounds of laughters of children on the merry-go-round
.....like the sounds of fun from the boys flying kites in the open fields
love can be green,peaceful and serene i can hear your heart beats
.....it is the feeling of a loving hand that touch a grieving heart
.....it is the whispering of trusting words to a distressing soul
love can be orange,the loudness of it can drive you up a wall
.....it can drive you to sing like nobody is listening
.....it can drive you to dance like nobody is watching
love can be purple,the courage we need to love bravely and unselfishly
.....the moment i first kiss you i know that i am not afraid to risk involvement
.....the day the declaration of your love for me was made known to the world.

We all want to fall in love. Why?
Because that experience makes us feel completely alive.
Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified,
our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens.
It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon.
But that doesn't diminish its value.
Because we are left with memories
that we treasure for the rest of our lives.

A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love can be yours, you'll see at last;
To feel that love, it makes you sigh;
To have it leave, you'd rather die;
You hope you've found that special rose, '

Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know
how to replenish it's source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

...Ravi


http://www.whereincity.com/articles/relationships/6975.html

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