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Hope is a thing with feathers, which perches in the soul, sings a tune without words, and never stops at all. And sweetest, in the gale, is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that keeps so many warms. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea yet, never, in extremity it ask a crumb of me.

Life is a journey

Filed under: Weblogs — queenster at 6:17 pm on Monday, January 28, 2008

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Don’t cry for anyone in life
because the one for whom you cry
does not deserve your tears
and the one who deserves,
will never let your cry….

Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude, not because they are not nice but because you are nice…

Never search your happiness in others.
Which will make you feel lonely,
rather search it in yourself,
for you will feel happy
even if you are alone….

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Always have positive attitude in life.
There is something positive in every person,
even the sun will shine once the rain has stopped.

Happiness always looks small,
When we hold it in our hands.
But when we learn to share it,
we realize how big and precious it is!

All Things Are Possible With Love

Filed under: Weblogs — queenster at 4:45 am on Wednesday, January 23, 2008

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If we cherish the moments of distance
between us, As well as the closeness we share, and celebrate things that we
don’t have in common, then the romance will always be there. A beloved
expression of God’s will from heaven on earth, Though sometimes it takes
growing farther apart, for each of us to embrace our own worth, But if we can
trust, And believe in the changes, As much as we do, you and me, The trust, the
deeper, the truer our love, The more precious our story will be.

I once told you this and meant it.  I still feel
this inside me.  I fear I always will.   
Either way never forget this.  This is how I have felt about you ever
since I met you.  And this is my dedication to you for you to always
hold near to your heart simply because with pride you can say I was truly loved
like this.  I will as well hold it near my heart always knowing I
once had a man that could make me love an unbelievable love.

Insyaallah.

Until You

Filed under: Weblogs — queenster at 3:34 am on Thursday, January 3, 2008

3a
I never knew Love could feel this way
The kind of Love that makes you always want to stay
I never knew what a wonderful feeling I could get
Just by Loving you and having you Love me back
To have you do things for me
And me to you
And it be such a simple thing to do
I never knew what it was like to have anyone
Lay down beside me
Just to hold me, feel me, Love me
Until I met you
How it felt to be wanted just for me
I grew used to being whatever other people wanted
Even though it wasn’t true
I never knew the feeling of having someone
love me for me
Until I met you

Sometimes a sacrifice or two comes easy

Filed under: Weblogs — queenster at 3:18 am on Thursday, January 3, 2008

5a

Love’s a very generous reward.
Two people are in equal need quite rarely,
So one becomes the tune and one the chord.
Today I feel immeasurably lucky
To celebrate with you this milestone.
The music in my heart is very lovely.
I watch you from below, but not alone.
I’ll always be exactly where you want me,
As I have faith that you will be for me.
No missing paradise will ever haunt me,
For you and I will share our melody.
I’m proud of what you’ve done and what you’ll do.
No one could be more blessed than I with you.

You are my rock, my anchor, and my sea.
I live within you, yet you hold me fast.
I breathe your soul. Your thoughts so blend with mine
I can’t distinguish a dividing line.
Before our love is unimagined past.
There is no after–now is all to me.
Your soft-skinned body’s like a wind to me
That stirs the waves on my Sargasso Sea
Until our hungry revelry is past,
Our sweet convulsion holding, holding fast,
Deliciously suspended at the line,
Ah! Then, then swiftly everything is mine!
Yet I am yours as much as you are mine.
Obscenity is when it’s all for me.
Between love’s give and take there is no line
On our undifferentiated sea.
Your delight in mine, both breathing fast,
Engenders mine in yours, till breath is past.
I love you with a tenderness my past
Could never fathom. Before your love was mine,
The person I remember wasn’t me.
There was no rope of love to hold me fast
To life’s one truth within its restless sea,
Nor happiness to help me draw a line.
Around ourselves, my love, we’ve drawn a line
Dividing sacred from profane; once passed,
Again our love is lost upon the sea.
Joy has made me treasure what is mine;
Has made me choose the ways that make me, me;
Has given me the words that hold me fast.
Winds of the world blow wild and free, and fast
Obliterate the most enchanted line.
But there is now a well of love in me
Well past the wind, the turbulence well past,
A serenity within me more than mine,
An inner calm more endless than the sea.
Through love we’ve found a love past yours and mine.
I will hold fast to what is best in me.
Love draws its own shoreline and pounding sea
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