<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:17:22.202-07:00</updated><category term='Sad love Poems'/><category term='Meanings of Love'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Love Stories'/><title type='text'>Dear True Love : Heart beat of lovers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-2144489248520010106</id><published>2010-03-27T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T07:11:29.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True love overcomes any distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.javno.com/slike/slike_3/r1/g2010/m03/y230329796546269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.javno.com/slike/slike_3/r1/g2010/m03/y230329796546269.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is the fifth year in a row that the stork, named Rodan, has made the journey from Africa to return to his handicapped mate in Croatia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ZAGREB, March 25, 2010 (AFP) - A male stork proved once again that distance is no bar to true love as it flew thousands of kilometres (miles) back to its handicapped mate in a Croatian village, local media said Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is the fifth year in a row that the stork, named Rodan, has made the epic journey of some 13,000 kilometers (8,060 miles) from South Africa to the village of Brodski Varos, in eastern Croatia, the Jutarnji List daily reported.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"This year he came a bit earlier," Stjepan Vokic, who cares for the female stork, named Malena, unable to fly since hunters shot through its wing, told the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rodan looked rather exhausted, Vokic added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Every year the couple has raised a brood of chicks which Rodan has taught to fly since Malena cannot, Vokic said. This year is expected to be no different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In August, Rodan and the young will start to prepare for their long journey to winter in South Africa while Malena remains in Brodski Varos until the return of its mate in the spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.javno.com/en-croatia/true-love-overcomes-any-distance/299426"&gt;http://www.javno.com/en-croatia/true-love-overcomes-any-distance/299426&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-2144489248520010106?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/2144489248520010106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=2144489248520010106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/2144489248520010106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/2144489248520010106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2010/03/true-love-overcomes-any-distance.html' title='True love overcomes any distance'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-6490122190514483394</id><published>2010-03-23T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:55:32.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple reunited after 27 years on Facebook</title><content type='html'>A British couple, who rekindled their romance when they met on social networking site Facebook 27 years after they split, have tied the knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/S6iB96jlDBI/AAAAAAAABz8/CbSawMUtpGQ/s1600-h/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/S6iB96jlDBI/AAAAAAAABz8/CbSawMUtpGQ/s640/love.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Eaton first fell for Dawn Pitman when he stayed at a bed and breakfast facility in the early 1980s; the pair -then 29 and 21 - split after 18 months as she wasn't ready for commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul married and had two sons, but divorced. He joined Facebook, entered Dawn's name and "hoped for the best". Up came holiday snaps of his old flame. The pair got together in 2008 and married two days back in her home town of Exmouth, 'The Sun' reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, 56, of Barnsley, said: "It was a bit scary when I contacted her. I just asked her if she remembered me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn, 48, who has a 21-year-old son, added: "I knew he was the man for me from day one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-6490122190514483394?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/6490122190514483394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=6490122190514483394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/6490122190514483394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/6490122190514483394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2010/03/couple-reunited-after-27-years-on.html' title='Couple reunited after 27 years on Facebook'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/S6iB96jlDBI/AAAAAAAABz8/CbSawMUtpGQ/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-3748750563412068268</id><published>2007-11-05T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:57:32.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meanings of Love'/><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU in different languages</title><content type='html'>English - I love you&lt;br /&gt;Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief&lt;br /&gt;Albanian - Te dua&lt;br /&gt;Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Armenian - Yes kez sirumen&lt;br /&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe&lt;br /&gt;Bengali - Ami tomake bhalobashi (pronounced: Amee toe-ma-kee bhalo-bashee)&lt;br /&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;br /&gt;Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;br /&gt;Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;br /&gt;Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a&lt;br /&gt;Catalan - T'estimo&lt;br /&gt;Cherokee - Tsi ge yu i (Thanks Nancy!)&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&lt;br /&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&lt;br /&gt;Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou&lt;br /&gt;Croatian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;Czech - Miluji te&lt;br /&gt;Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig&lt;br /&gt;Dutch - Ik hou van jou&lt;br /&gt;Elvish - Amin mela lle (from The Lord of The Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien)&lt;br /&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin&lt;br /&gt;Estonian - Ma armastan sind&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopian - Afgreki'&lt;br /&gt;Faroese - Eg elski teg&lt;br /&gt;Farsi - Doset daram&lt;br /&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua&lt;br /&gt;French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore&lt;br /&gt;Frisian - Ik hâld fan dy&lt;br /&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort&lt;br /&gt;Georgian - Mikvarhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-3748750563412068268?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/3748750563412068268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=3748750563412068268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/3748750563412068268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/3748750563412068268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/i-love-you-in-different-languages.html' title='I LOVE YOU in different languages'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-9173946627143608784</id><published>2007-11-05T23:33:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:34:06.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A thought we shared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;A thought we shared&lt;br /&gt;   A life we lived&lt;br /&gt;   A love we had together&lt;br /&gt;   Good Times&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Bad Times&lt;br /&gt;   Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;   A Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;   A tear i shed&lt;br /&gt;   Love can have much pain&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   For knowing you&lt;br /&gt;   For loving U&lt;br /&gt;   So much i have Gained&lt;br /&gt;   God's Fairest child&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   An Angel i have known&lt;br /&gt;   My soul you have touched&lt;br /&gt;   Good bye my darling&lt;br /&gt;   It's over but always remember&lt;br /&gt;   I HAD LOVED YOU SO VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   I HAD LOVED YOU SO VERY MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-9173946627143608784?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/9173946627143608784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=9173946627143608784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/9173946627143608784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/9173946627143608784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/thought-we-shared.html' title='A thought we shared'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-7003035333433922600</id><published>2007-11-05T23:33:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:33:47.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>You're One-In-A-Million</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;You're One-In-A-Million&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Your soundless voice talks to me across the miles,&lt;br /&gt;   We dream together and laugh and smile,&lt;br /&gt;   We share our thoughts as tears spill,&lt;br /&gt;   'Though we've never met and never will.&lt;br /&gt;   You've touched my life in countless ways,&lt;br /&gt;   To such a special friend I must say,&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   "Thanks for being there for me,&lt;br /&gt;   For your loving heart and your honesty,&lt;br /&gt;   Thanks for being a caring friend,&lt;br /&gt;   For all the messages that you send,&lt;br /&gt;   Thanks for letting me in your world too,&lt;br /&gt;   But most of all thanks for being you!"&lt;br /&gt;   Thanks for being a one-in-a-million friend !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-7003035333433922600?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/7003035333433922600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=7003035333433922600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/7003035333433922600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/7003035333433922600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/youre-one-in-million.html' title='You&apos;re One-In-A-Million'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-7369097450857173756</id><published>2007-11-05T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:33:25.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Forever yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;Forever yours&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   There is nothing in the world as great as thee,&lt;br /&gt;   that makes me believe in what I see,&lt;br /&gt;   I want to be with you all the time,&lt;br /&gt;   and make you see that you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   we belong together in the stars of the night,&lt;br /&gt;   that I see all the time in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;   what would i do without you,&lt;br /&gt;   It makes me decide that i would be through.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   do not leave me alone, do not leave me be&lt;br /&gt;   but what do I do if you are not here&lt;br /&gt;   I cannot not believe and I cannot persist,&lt;br /&gt;   you are the one I just can not resist.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   I am forever yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-7369097450857173756?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/7369097450857173756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=7369097450857173756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/7369097450857173756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/7369097450857173756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/forever-yours.html' title='Forever yours'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-8009377977983692592</id><published>2007-11-05T23:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:32:53.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>~*~......I Hate U......~*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;    I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Wait Me For So Long&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U&lt;br /&gt;   Bless Me The Dreams&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Make Me Lively&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Want Me Perfect&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Trust Me Blindly&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Make Me Selfish&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Stimulate My Feelings&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Make Me Strong&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Invlove Me In Unknown Relation&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Don't Make My Fun&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Understand Me&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Warm My Heart&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Make Me Broadminded&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz U Make Me Poet&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   I Hate U......&lt;br /&gt;   Caz......... ..&lt;br /&gt;   I Like U....I Want U......I Love U......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-8009377977983692592?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/8009377977983692592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=8009377977983692592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/8009377977983692592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/8009377977983692592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/i-hate-u.html' title='~*~......I Hate U......~*~'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-4408111639300609757</id><published>2007-11-05T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:19:53.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meanings of Love'/><title type='text'>The Mysterious Thing Called LOVE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love him/her, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return, do not take advantage, do not cause pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall in love with another, and he/she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame, let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can. There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into saying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mysterious Thing Called LOVE......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone understands why this happenes..........&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to God This happenes.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-4408111639300609757?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/4408111639300609757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=4408111639300609757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/4408111639300609757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/4408111639300609757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/mysterious-thing-called-love.html' title='The Mysterious Thing Called LOVE..'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-4938728832268378350</id><published>2007-11-05T23:04:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:04:59.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad love Poems'/><title type='text'>I look up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;I look up&lt;br /&gt;   as a tear rolls slowly&lt;br /&gt;   down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;   I think about better days&lt;br /&gt;   and wonder if I'll feel that way again&lt;br /&gt;   you look at me&lt;br /&gt;   with those eyes I know so well&lt;br /&gt;   always serious, so deep and insightful&lt;br /&gt;   as though you're always in control&lt;br /&gt;   But not today&lt;br /&gt;   not now&lt;br /&gt;   Now you look so scared&lt;br /&gt;   like for once you don't have the answer&lt;br /&gt;   I gaze at you&lt;br /&gt;   looking deep into those hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;   Hoping to understand&lt;br /&gt;   why you've said those things you did&lt;br /&gt;   I wonder for a moment&lt;br /&gt;   if this is all a dream&lt;br /&gt;   if I shall wake in the morning&lt;br /&gt;   and be relieved&lt;br /&gt;   you look at me&lt;br /&gt;   with a confusion I have never seen&lt;br /&gt;   slowly pull me towards you&lt;br /&gt;   and wipe the tears from my cheek........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-4938728832268378350?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/4938728832268378350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=4938728832268378350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/4938728832268378350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/4938728832268378350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/i-look-up.html' title='I look up...'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-1980313778768696125</id><published>2007-11-05T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:04:27.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I always will love you.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;Standing here all on my own,&lt;br /&gt;   watching life go by,&lt;br /&gt;   taking in those dreadful words,&lt;br /&gt;   ...a tear drops from my eye,&lt;br /&gt;   I stood there as i watched you run,&lt;br /&gt;   and waited for the pain,&lt;br /&gt;   love can be a painful thing,&lt;br /&gt;   you used my love in vain,&lt;br /&gt;   Why'd you leave me here to cry?,&lt;br /&gt;   our love had felt so...right,&lt;br /&gt;   why'd you go and break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;   just like you did that night,&lt;br /&gt;   let me kiss your lips once more,&lt;br /&gt;   so I can see it's true,&lt;br /&gt;   help me see your love is gone,&lt;br /&gt;   that I can't be with you,&lt;br /&gt;   don't leave me here to fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;   to watch you fade away,&lt;br /&gt;   tell me how you really feel,&lt;br /&gt;   and why you just won't stay,&lt;br /&gt;   I never thought I'd cry so much,&lt;br /&gt;   I want to see this through...&lt;br /&gt;   although you'll never feel for me.....&lt;br /&gt;   I always will love you..................................... ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-1980313778768696125?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/1980313778768696125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=1980313778768696125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/1980313778768696125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/1980313778768696125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/i-always-will-love-you.html' title='I always will love you.............'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-3895471317643002589</id><published>2007-11-05T23:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:03:54.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Stories'/><title type='text'>"Proud Red Rose" : A Story !</title><content type='html'>&lt;fieldset&gt;&lt;legend&gt;"Proud Red Rose" : A Story !&lt;/legend&gt;&lt;div class="blogbody"&gt;&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;Default Inspirational and Motivational Story "Proud Red Rose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational and Motivational Story "Proud Red Rose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One beautiful spring day a red rose blossomed in a forest. Many kinds of trees and plants grew there. As the rose looked around, a pine tree nearby said, "What a beautiful flower. I wish I was that lovely." Another tree said, "Dear pine, do not be sad, we can not have everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose turned its head and remarked, "It seems that I am the most beautiful plant in this forest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A sunflower raised its yellow head and asked, "Why do you say that? In this forest there are many beautiful plants. You are just one of them." The red rose replied, "I see everyone looking at me and admiring me." Then the rose looked at a cactus and said, "Look at that ugly plant full of thorns!" The pine tree said, "Red rose, what kind of talk is this? Who can say what beauty is? You have thorns too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The proud red rose looked angrily at the pine and said, "I thought you had good taste! You do not know what beauty is at all. You can not compare my thorns to that of the cactus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a proud flower", thought the trees.&lt;br /&gt; The rose tried to move its roots away from the cactus, but it could not move. As the days passed, the red rose would look at the cactus and say insulting things, like: This plant is useless? How sorry I am to be his neighbor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The cactus never got upset and he even tried to advise the rose, saying, "God did not create any form of life without a purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring passed, and the weather became very warm. Life became difficult in the forest, as the plants and animals needed water and no rain fell. The red rose began to wilt. One day the rose saw sparrows stick their beaks into the cactus and then fly away, refreshed. This was puzzling, and the red rose asked the pine tree what the birds were doing. The pine tree explained that the birds got water from the cactus. "Does it not hurt when they make holes?" asked the rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but the cactus does not like to see any birds suffer," replied the pine.&lt;br /&gt;The rose opened its eyes in wonder and said, "The cactus has water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you can also drink from it. The sparrow can bring water to you if you ask the cactus for help."&lt;br /&gt;The red rose felt too ashamed of its past words and behavior to ask for water from the cactus, but then it finally did ask the cactus for help. The cactus kindly agreed and the birds filled their beaks with water and watered the rose's roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lesson to learn from the Story :Thus the rose and all of us learned a lesson and never judged anyone by their appearance again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/fieldset&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-3895471317643002589?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/3895471317643002589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=3895471317643002589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/3895471317643002589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/3895471317643002589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/proud-red-rose-story.html' title='&quot;Proud Red Rose&quot; : A Story !'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-7365856883674607369</id><published>2007-11-05T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:56:29.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Rahiman dhaga prem ka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/RzAP8vtFClI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QD5cdmf-SbI/s1600-h/1172545388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/RzAP8vtFClI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QD5cdmf-SbI/s400/1172545388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129617511847103058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;Rahiman dhaga prem ka&lt;br /&gt;Mat todo chhitkay&lt;br /&gt;Toote se fir naa jurre&lt;br /&gt;Jurre gaaht padi jaaye....&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;Never ever break the relationship of trust and love&lt;br /&gt;because if its break it will never be the same.........&lt;br /&gt;Even if it will joint.................knot will be there always.....&lt;br /&gt;SO never hurt the feelings of the one You love...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-7365856883674607369?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/7365856883674607369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=7365856883674607369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/7365856883674607369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/7365856883674607369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/rahiman-dhaga-prem-ka.html' title='Rahiman dhaga prem ka'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/RzAP8vtFClI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QD5cdmf-SbI/s72-c/1172545388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1065941186230024234.post-5766949800394002628</id><published>2007-11-05T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:54:26.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Stories'/><title type='text'>The Valentine Roses -A Story I LovE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband had 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year he'd 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought, "He'd ordered roses in advance before this day." Her husband could not have known, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.And then she sat for hours, in her husband's favorite chair; While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved you and I know I always will.But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please... try to find happiness, while living out your days.I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.&lt;br /&gt;The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1065941186230024234-5766949800394002628?l=www.deartruelove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/feeds/5766949800394002628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1065941186230024234&amp;postID=5766949800394002628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/5766949800394002628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1065941186230024234/posts/default/5766949800394002628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deartruelove.com/2007/11/valentine-roses-story-i-love.html' title='The Valentine Roses -A Story I LovE'/><author><name>Sukh Sandhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032259887581253989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H-vDYxJNOxk/Rv-f0ev5LOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MR5ZRX8_qeU/s400/ATgAAADxsOKNw_sS14VhqiXFAlCTY3ku4G8bJV2k56x0lpauI1C9xUA3aizQFaop7b5bNbRMThQGCge77I6oj_oKL0-zAJtU9VCxSY9KdDqQ2Tovzo7__43vZTnFVw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
