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February 15 It takes two to tango. It takes two to tango.
If you love someone, let him go. If he comes back, he is yours. If it doesn't, he never was
Learn a lesson, and don't make the same mistake again. Life moves on~ October 07 How do I love thee --- By Elizabeth BrowningHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height. My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. PS: This is one of my favorite love poem. Way Back Into LoveI've been living with a shadow overhead,
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed, I've been lonely for so long, Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on! I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away, Just in case I ever need them again someday, I've been setting aside time, To clear a little space in the corners of my mind! All I want to do is find a way back into love. I can't make it through without a way back into love. Oooooh. I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine, I've been searching but i just don't see the signs, I know that it's out there, There's got to be something for my soul somewhere! I've been looking for someone to shed some light, Not somebody just to get me through the night, I could use some direction, And I'm open to your suggestions. All I want to do is find a way back into love. I can't make it through without a way back into love. And if I open my heart again, I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end! September 14 May, a beautiful name?- Nice to meet you, May, in September.
- Hey, April. I'm your sister.
April 29 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening-- Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here, To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer,
He gives his harness bells a shake,
The woods are lovely, dark and deep And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
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