tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558578402699001119.post7589699371657386340..comments2023-10-19T04:51:55.193-07:00Comments on Meet me -- SHREYA: What does Love mean ....???Shreyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15186435108883720247noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558578402699001119.post-64511629191357551032013-06-18T08:24:47.270-07:002013-06-18T08:24:47.270-07:00Yοur mode οf descгibing all in thiѕ piece of ωriti...Yοur mode οf descгibing all in thiѕ piece of ωriting iѕ <br />аctuаlly goοd, eveгy onе bе capаble οf ωithout ԁiffiсultу know it, Thankѕ a lot.<br /><br /><br />my blog pоst; lοsіng wеіght afteг <br />50 [<a href="http://dorki.org/wiki/tiki-index.php?page=UserPageelvisvbnotdgfxv" rel="nofollow">dorki.org</a>]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558578402699001119.post-73988215960969583342009-02-06T06:17:00.000-08:002009-02-06T06:17:00.000-08:00Thats wat i believe saucy its tough to explain Lov...Thats wat i believe saucy its tough to explain Love but actions define them more easily just like you said love is what u feel when u sleep in ur mother's lap .. tat defines love that moment that attachment it cant be enclosed wid beautiful words bz for simple ppl lk us love is all abt feeling we rnt writers who can bind it in terms of literature...<BR/><BR/>anywz thx for posting ur comment :)<BR/>tkcr ..<BR/>adiosShreyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15186435108883720247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558578402699001119.post-52750233564286494992009-02-05T23:15:00.000-08:002009-02-05T23:15:00.000-08:00Defining love is enclosing a wilderness of ideas w...Defining love is enclosing a wilderness of ideas within wall of words.<BR/>The flowery and sophisticated words are just enclosing. I don't know what love is. I can only feel it. I can feel it when I am sleeping in my mothers lap.<BR/><BR/><I>"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."</I><BR/><BR/>-- Captain Corelli's MandolinSauchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02267540324625364232noreply@blogger.com