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You are beautiful

 

 

You are beautiful
Not only because of the brownness of your eyes
Or the shape of your body
Not only because of the fullness of your lips
Or the curl of your eye lashes

You are beautiful because You want to be
You are beautiful because God made you that way
You are beautiful because in my eyes
THERE IS NO ONE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU

You are beautiful because you have a heart
And that is a beautiful thing
You are beautiful because you have a brain
And that is a beautiful thing
You are beautiful because You give advice
And that is a beautiful thing

You are beautiful because God made You that way
You are beautiful because in my eyes
THERE IS NO ONE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU

You are beautiful because you have confidence
You are beautiful because you have determination and wit
You are beautiful because you have goals and you plan to reach them
You are beautiful because you are always there to lend a helping hand

You are beautiful because God made you beautiful

 

        by

Padraic Husemann

Kisses For You...my dear....

I once heard these words in a song;
'You must remember this...a kiss is
just a kiss...a sigh is just a sigh, ' etc.

With you...nothing...nothing, could be
further from the truth.

Your kiss, is a ride among the stars,
a shower of moon beams and a
sailboat ride, in the Garden Of Eden.

Kissing you...is an out of body experience,
a transport to paradise and a creation
of ultimate passion and joy.

Kissing, every part of who you are, is
truly a banquet of love.

Let me feast of your love and of your lips,
for I am in love with you. Let me always
kiss your mouth...eyes...all of you.

Let us ride the feathers of angels, through
starlit nights-holding...kissing, for now...
and evermore.

Your kiss...touch...embrace, has captured
my heart...my very soul.

I send you this kiss...for the lips
I can not do without.

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FOR ALL THAT YOU DO.

WHY DO I LOVE YOU?
BECAUSE...YOU ARE YOU.

YOU ARE MY WORLD. MY LOVE.

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Life of Romance

A ROMANTIC LIFE ADVENTURE!

 

Sentimental, emotional, great characters love romantic life;
Passionate, engaged and attached they like to live long life;
Fun, entertainment and amusements they have in romance;
Romantic love life these human beings live true to heart ever!

Longing for love they do all to get the hand of sweet heart;
Love, marriages and divorces and love again they try ever!
For the satisfaction of the self they do romance forever here
And live alone ever in life longing for love till the end comes.

Romantic fellows lament about the friends and loves lost in life;
Beginning, middle and end the means followed never the same
Because adventure is the spice and taste of romantic life here;
Many yet live romantic life because the pleasure is exotic ever!

A romantic life is the dream of many a guy and girl since long
Though success is rare failures they are ready to face and die!

 

                               By

Ramesh T A

Romantic

Another Romantic

 

The whole world is just
One romantic dramatic comedy
Horror after another
Each person
That hopeless romantic
Triumphant lowlife, scoundrel,
Angel, model
That we see every day
Every kiss is love
Every loss the worst
Things start to loose their meanings
In this same old romance
Comediatric dramatic horror series
With way to many seasons
Once a hit
Now watched
Out of pity
Waiting for another character
To get killed off
So they can return
To their own romantic
Comedy drama horror life cliché
Hoping one day
The movies won’t be able to say enough
To call it a romantic
Comedy horror drama
Of a life

                                      by

                                            Eric Andrew James

Da Story of Two Love Birdzz

Love Birds

by Hy Cheng Ngo

Two lonely cranes sail through the crimson light, In silhuoette And landed, More graceful than a ballerina's grace. He nudged her head affectionately, She kissed him. He slowly caresses her arm, She began exploring the gentle curve of his neck... trailing kisses... here... and there... He whispered a sweet melody into her ear, She bubbled with joyous laughter. Two bodies entwine before the glowing sunset. Driven by passions they began to call each other's name. Faster and faster, Sweating with rapid, heavy breathing, Both trying to match the desires for each other. And then a whirring object slice through the blood red sky. Silence. Dead silence. Seems like eternity. He fell to the ground with a heartbreaking thud. Looked into her dark lovely eyes now swimming in tears, So beautiful... With the last of his effort He gave her a sweet caw: I love you my love, You were the reason of my very existence. Until death do us apart. Fly my love, fly into the heavenly sky. One day, we shall meet again. And this time, not even death can do us apart. He smiled serenely, Fighting to keep his increasingly heavy eyelids open. And then a wail... Deep... Long... And scorching... As if something was dying of a heart wound. The sun is sinking in the horizon, Silently weeping as her life-giving arms retreats. She turned to the sky, And flew as her lover commanded. Oh my brave one... Flew higher And higher And higher And higher Her graceful arms never a moment faltering. Oh how peaceful it is up here... The stars are slowly twinkling away from their daylight shyness. And she swooped down. Flew lower And lower And lower And lower Suddenly into the rock beside her beloved. She gave him a sweet caw: Do not leave yet, my love I am coming too. She kissed him. The hunter slowly emerged from the forest, Bow in one hand and a rope in another. He kneel down in front of the lovers. Looks up into the bittersweet sky, and see Just as the sun's final rays descends into complete darkness. Just as the two lovers hurry to catch the chariot into perpetual happiness. He shook his head sadly As he tied both cranes. Tonight, his family won't starve

That speciL YoU

That Special You

by Unknown

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot." After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." All of Mark's former class mates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists." That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

I love chicken

CHICKEN AND WINE

Im not the bravest,
Stamping my chest
and blandishing machetes,
If I tell u l'd kill a lion
like the masaai moran
I'd be lying
coz it take two hearts
and I only have one,
But I'd psyche myself
With hot water n a knife
slaughter a chicken
prepare a 3 course meal for us
and let u have the drumstick and gizzard,

With the Mututho law
everyone has gone non alcoholic,
non alcoholic wine,non alcoholic beer,
If I owned Coca Cola,
I'd make exotic Cola Wine,
from ripe red grapes and purple plums,
anyway,we assume soda as champagne
and open instead of corking,
pour instead of filling,
into cups instead of glasses
All in all, we chess
To love,
To happiness,
To bliss,
and smile

I saw the new BMW X6 on DSTV,
it's sheer driving pleasure
But only if alone,
coz I like your arms around my waist,
going to work on my motorbike
It breaks the Michuki laws
coz the bike doesn't have belts,
I'm your safety belt
we'll make it
if u hold on tight,

Being chauffeured to Hilton Hotel with a BMW for
a plate of chicken
and glass of wine
would be a perfect dinner,
unfortunately this is just but a dream,
despite our dim candle-lit table
and sitting next to me on that stool
your company is delicious as the chicken

My Crazy articles

Are Beautiful women this interesting

Actually the question here should be, are beautiful women indeed interesting? However, I will go ahead and address the question about how funny they are and ignore interesting all together. This is because interesting depends a lot on the activity in question and this is not the forum for such matters because we will end up even discussing issues that take place in the enchanted kingdom between the northern and southern bedsheets. 
In my humble opinion the activities of that Kingdom depends on the effort of the man 75% of the time so the levels of how interesting they are can hardly be blamed on the woman. 

If any man takes Kim Kardashian to bed and all the time she just lies knitting booties as you work your ass off, no one will believe you when you say she is bad in bed. Ditto for any gorgeous woman. Unless of course she is a distinguished holder of the Order of the Grand Canyon. This is a medal for women who are of the wider variety. And am not talking about the backyard. Am talking wider at the doorway and all through to the hallway if you catch my drift.

Moving on ...

It is a common occurence to see a group of men laughing hysterically whenever a beautiful woman says something that is just about twenty blocks away from funny. Except idiots like me who are poor at laughing at rubbery jokes that just make annoying noises in your mouth without any taste being felt, bad or good. That includes jokes from women, beautiful, ugly or shemale. And I think that would explain why my sex episodes are as spaced out as Arsenal's trophy triumphs. 

What I know however is, for women, the amount of humor in your jokes and talk are directly proportional to the size of your hooters, the dazzle of your beauty or size of your backside. If you carry a county of an ass, you will - by default - have an easier time telling jokes. If your bra size is custom due to the huge size of your hooters, your humor score will definately be higher. If your face is to die for, men will be dying in laughter when you tell jokes. If you dont have any of the those items, two words. Google jokes.

Why you may ask ...

Sex of course. Men are ass-kissers where beautiful women are concerned. They will do anything to get into the pants of Miss gorgeous even when her IQ is a few digits lower than the route number for Kangemi matatus. Actually, the lower the IQ, the easier it is for men in their opinion. This brings in a problem for beautiful women because they can NEVER know if they are truly funny. 

And mostly it is not. 

Blonde jokes were not created because blondes are hated. They were created because being beautiful makes most women not try hard enough or care enough. She can drop her books in the middle of the street sorrounded by complete strangers and men will scamper to pick them up even before she contemplates bending. The way men figure it is, bend-over for her in public and she will bend-over for you in private.

And bending they actually do ...

Because beautiful women feed off attention. Give her that and you become a permanent tenant of a part of their palm. They will hold you there and control you the way they want. And notice I said tenant. They have you on their palm, they control you and you still pay her to be there. The lunches, dinners, night-outs are the rent. And laughing at her jokes and half-wit one liners the service fee. Ok, make that an eighth-wit one liner.

So are beautiful women funny ...

They are VERY funny before you sleep with them. The truthfulness of just how funny they actually were can best be evaluated when the man is disposing off the rubber sock as he wipes sweat from his brow. At that moment, when he has finally put her in the magical kingdom between the Northern and Southern bedsheets, he will not laugh at lame jokes. 

That is the bare naked truth ... ...