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nana sla7.
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17 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 3:40 م #19243
nana sla7
مشاركhay you yes you
you who read those words think about it
think aboutspred love every where u go
first of all in your house
give love to your children to your wife
or your husbend to anext door neigbour
let no one ever come to you without
leaving better and happieby mother terasa who i love and recpect
add words about love in your own eyes
17 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 4:13 م #427033أمير كوكب مورس
مشاركHi
It’s A nice subject
I can’t say any think
Just take this flash about
love forever
Please Press Here for Love forever
I would like to say somthing about The flash:
It’s a japanes flash and i don’t know what he says , but it’s a truth love
Have a nice day for everybody
17 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 4:17 م #427034أمير كوكب مورس
مشارك17 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 4:31 م #427037nana sla7
مشاركthanks ameeeeeeerrrrrr
thank u
17 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 6:26 م #427048سكر زياده
مشاركhey nana
i really like what you wrote…..keep it up gurl
17 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 7:30 م #427062nana sla7
مشاركbut i need your help
17 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 8:25 م #427073أمير كوكب مورس
مشاركHi again
To My Dear and Loving Husband If ever two were one then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife were happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
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Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever17 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 8:28 م #427074أمير كوكب مورس
مشاركThe Meaning of Love I remember the morning that I first asked the meaning of the word, “Love”. This was before I knew many words. I had found a few early violets in the garden and brought them to my teacher. She tried to kiss me; but at that me I did not like to have anyone kiss me except my mother. Miss Sullivan put her arm gently round me and spelled into my hand, “I love Helen.” What is love? I asked. She drew me closer to her and said, “It is here,” pointing to my heart. …Her words puzzled me very much because I did not then understand anything unless I touched it.
I smelled the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant, “Is love the sweetness of flowers?”
“No,” said my teacher.
Again I thought. The warm sun was shining on us.
“Is this not love?” I asked, pointing in the direction from which the heat came….
A day or two afterward…the sun had been under a cloud all day, and there had been brief showers, but suddenly the sun broke forth in all its southern splendor. Again I asked my teacher, “Is this not love?”
“Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out,” she replied. Then in simpler words than these, which at that time I could not have understood, she explained: “You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You can not touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love you would not be happy or want to play.”
The beautiful truth burst upon my mind — I felt that these were invisible lines stretched between my spirit and the spirits of others.
— Prince of Mars (who’s deaf and blind)
Best regards
17 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 8:50 م #427076سكر زياده
مشاركwhat kind of help do u need
we’re here 4 u
18 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 10:16 ص #427163nana sla7
مشاركextra suger i need your help…
write somthing
i like what u do
ameer thank u..
18 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 10:33 ص #427166nana sla7
مشاركok ok now about love
love its born with the looking at each other
with the necessity of seein each other
and at last with the impossibility of seppration
18 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 1:58 م #427196سكر زياده
مشاركwhat is love?
Love is the height and the depth and the width, yet love is immeasurable. Love is darkness, love is light. Love is emptiness and fullness, forever and always distinct yet flowing within and through and with each other. Love is the yearning for life and the illusion of death. Love is continuance in time and time’s obliteration. Love is its own beginning and ending and becoming.
Perhaps the only answer then, is this: Love Is. While in its allness and in its nothingness, we simply need to let it Be – in us…
18 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 4:34 م #427215nana sla7
مشارك18 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 6:56 م #427232JasmiN
مشاركLove is being happy for the other person
when they are happy
being sad for the person
when they are sad
being together in good times
and being together in bad times
Love is the source of strengthLove is
being honest with yourself at all times
being honest with the other person at all times
telling, listening, respecting the truth
and never pretending
Love is the source of realityLove is
an understanding so complete that
you feel as if you are a part
of the other person
accepting the other person
just the way they are
and not trying to change them
to be something else
Love is the source of unityLove is
the freedom to pursue your own desires
while sharing your experiences
with the other person
the growth of one individual alongside of
and together with the growth
of another individual
Love is the source of successLove is
the excitement of planning things together
the excitement of doing things together
Love is the source of the futureLove is
the fury of the storm
the calm in the rainbow
Love is the source of passionLove is
giving and taking in a daily situation
being patient with each other’s
needs and desires
Love is the source of sharingLove is
knowing that the other person
will always be with you
regardless of what happens
missing the other person when they are away
but remaining near in heart at all times
Love is the source of securityLove is
the
source
of
life18 أكتوبر، 2003 الساعة 7:32 م #427238nana sla7
مشاركi wish u the best
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