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  • #61
    love is when you put someone's needs before your own


    • #62
      when you love someone their pain is your pain, and their joy is yours also


      • #63
        Originally posted by master splinter View Post
        love is harmony,

        love is balance,

        love is trust,

        concern, honesty and truth.

        love is never letting someone down,

        love is a helping hand,

        nurtures and protects,

        supplies and encourages.

        love is a role model,

        a shoulder to cry on,

        a hand to lift the burden,

        a hand for the helpless.

        love is to give, not expecting to recieve,

        love is to believe in someone,

        to achieve for the good of all.

        love does not discriminate,

        exclude or hate,

        love waits patiently,

        love has faith,


        love is a smile,

        a laugh,

        even a tear.

        love surpasses time and breaks all bounderies,

        love is to forgive,

        to feel one's pain,

        to care,

        love is a powerful thing,

        and it is in us all,

        ever since the day we took our first breath,

        we would not have survived without it.

        hey rat boy, loving yourself doesn't count....


        • #64
          Get a life. Your obsession with me is creepy.
          "Life is a run. In attack we run, in defense we run. When you can no longer run, time to die" - Shichiroji "Seven samurai"


          • #65
            When love beckons to you, follow him,
            Though his ways are hard and steep.
            And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
            Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
            And when he speaks to you believe in him,
            Though his voice may shatter your dreams
            as the north wind lays waste the garden.
            For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
            Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
            So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
            Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
            He threshes you to make you naked.
            He sifts you to free you from your husks.
            He grinds you to whiteness.
            He kneads you until you are pliant;
            And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
            All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
            But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
            Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
            Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
            Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
            Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
            For love is sufficient unto love.
            When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
            And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
            Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
            But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
            To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
            To know the pain of too much tenderness.
            To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
            And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
            To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
            To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
            To return home at eventide with gratitude;
            And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

            Kahlil Gibran: The Prophet


            • #66
              Christian/religious poetry...

              Not my cup o tea, but a very nice poem.
              "Life is a run. In attack we run, in defense we run. When you can no longer run, time to die" - Shichiroji "Seven samurai"


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