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Something Stupid... Like I Love You..!!
Something Stupid... Like I L0ve You..!! http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/...1863865d_m.jpg I know i stand in line, until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me And if we go someplace to dance, i know that there's a chance You won't be leaving with me And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then i go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid Like: "i love you" I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies You heard the night before And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true It never seemed so right before I practice every day to find some clever lines to say To make the meaning come through But then i think i'll wait until the evening gets late And i'm alone with you The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red And oh the night's so blue And then i go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid Like: "i love you" Frank Sinatra http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2207/...1442c028_m.jpg |
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through But then i think i'll wait until the evening gets late And i'm alone with you wowwwww Niceeeeeeeeeee Stranger Keep it up (y) |
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rOses
~ Roses for Rose ~ http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2100/...ea75d09b_m.jpg Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, "Be my Valentine", like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year, than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before, The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door. She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain? "I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago," The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know. The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance. Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance. There is a standing order, that I have on file down here, And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year. There also is another thing, that I think you should know, He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago. Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here, That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year." She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote... "Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone, I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome. I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife. You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve. I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears. That is why the roses will be sent to you for years. When you get these roses, think of all the happiness, That we had together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved you and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still. Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days. I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways. The roses will come every year, and they will only stop, When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock. He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt, To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him, And place the roses where we are, together once again... http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/4...b4264e44_m.jpg |
very nice..
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i think u r sensational
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/...efae25c1_m.jpghttp://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/...efae25c1_m.jpg SO FORTUNATE i think u r sensational spectacular and more ur lucious lips and charming smile r things i cant ignore the soun of ur alluring voice the way u call my name u cant begin to understand how u set my heart a flame and when ever u r in my arms ur soft body sublime gives me a taste of heaven and still the march of time u r an inspiration u r entrancing and divine so fortunate am i my love to know that u r mine |
aawwww so sweet collection thnx for sharin
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u wellcome.. thansk for vistin
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The Only One!
Every Day I Think About You, http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2258/...fbe8cfbd_m.jpg Every Day I Think About You, And I Yearn To See Your Smile. Though I Miss You Terribly I Can Feel Your L.o.v.e, Across The Miles. Promise Me That Our L.o.v.e Will Never Fade Or Disappear, But Will Always Shine As Bright As The Sun. From The Bottom Of My Heart, I Swear That You'll Always Be The Only One! http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3070/...0f72d5ec_m.jpg |
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