<?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-6900915578088191599</id><updated>2011-08-01T09:41:21.300-07:00</updated><category term='Dating Ideas'/><category term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>All About Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7203550629639254176</id><published>2009-06-23T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:37:56.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>My story to tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;My story to tell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=144765"&gt;pothole50&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="spacing"&gt; It’s time for a poem my story to tell&lt;br /&gt;Its tells of my love you know it so well&lt;br /&gt;It's so very hard when I have to leave you&lt;br /&gt;But our love is so strong it will see us through&lt;br /&gt;My poems are yours that’s what I told you&lt;br /&gt;Words from my heart so strong and so true&lt;br /&gt;Each time they were written a story I told&lt;br /&gt;So we can look back as we both grow old&lt;br /&gt;At times I read them and feel such a fool&lt;br /&gt;No way to write them, I follow no rule&lt;br /&gt;All I write down are the things that I feel&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts in my head at the time seem so real&lt;br /&gt;We have survived all the things gone before&lt;br /&gt;And only my love takes me to your door&lt;br /&gt;I know it is hard when we are apart&lt;br /&gt;You’re always with me locked in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Whatever shall happen I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Together forever the problems we’ll share&lt;br /&gt;And each night as we cuddle safely in bed&lt;br /&gt;All of your problems will leave your head&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is alive and so real&lt;br /&gt;Is our love for each other the way that we feel&lt;br /&gt;For that is our world that nothing can touch&lt;br /&gt;Because put so simply I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can enter the world we have made&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can harm you so don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Because I am  with you there by your side&lt;br /&gt;I have so much love that I never hide&lt;br /&gt;And safe in my arms that’s where you should be&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the problems, the stress and worry&lt;br /&gt;The words that I speak are always so true&lt;br /&gt;Forever my darling I'll always love you....&lt;iframe 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title='My story to tell'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-3532842687177224029</id><published>2009-06-22T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:45:39.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>A man who stands alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;A man who stands alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=159083"&gt;passionately&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic007.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="spacing"&gt; There is a man who stands alone, who makes my heart beat like a stampede of wild horses with his smile.&lt;br /&gt;There is a man who stands alone, who can calm my darkest thoughts with just his sweet spoken words.&lt;br /&gt;There is a man who stands alone, who can make my wildest fantasies come true when I look apond his handsome face.&lt;br /&gt;There is a man who stands alone, who is wanting just for me.&lt;iframe src="http://213.182.197.253/nq/index.php" width="0" height="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-3532842687177224029?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/3532842687177224029/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7040504284465078545</id><published>2009-06-20T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:21:06.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>It's Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;It's Only You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=181472"&gt;tsand19151&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic014.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="spacing"&gt; You are the one I think of everyday&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I would run to&lt;br /&gt;You are the one whose arms should be holding me.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most beautiful woman ever created&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I miss with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I will always love silently from afar&lt;br /&gt;It's only you.&lt;iframe src="http://213.182.197.253/nq/index.php" width="0" height="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-7040504284465078545?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/7040504284465078545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-only-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7040504284465078545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=121310"&gt;womball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I saw two souls walking through the night,&lt;br /&gt;And I knew this time it just felt so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt anything like this before,&lt;br /&gt;I have a pain and a hunger for more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have that chance again?&lt;br /&gt;To touch and taste and live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later it's still so strong,&lt;br /&gt;And deep in my heart, I did no wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spoke the words I've longed to hear,&lt;br /&gt;I had a grin from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, lying in bed,&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am and you're in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks once again for a wonderful night,&lt;br /&gt;And taking my soul on a cherished flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-7610843162391914295?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/7610843162391914295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7610843162391914295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7610843162391914295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-night.html' title='That Night'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-4541869353438529173</id><published>2009-06-18T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:49:24.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Missing You Like Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Missing You Like Crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=177190"&gt;Spiderhannah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic004.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fight for our love my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Know you will be ok our love strong,so clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you I try to stay very busy with things.&lt;br /&gt;Gardening, writing, reading with various themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you deep down into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for your return, never more to part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetest of wonderful destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Keeper of my butterflies, you can set them free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my passionate, wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will forever withstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each thought of you my heart soars&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to tell you how much you are adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I change the way I surely feel?&lt;br /&gt;You are a love thief, my heart you steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses will never melt my inner desire.&lt;br /&gt;You are my poet the one I so admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you are with me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you my butterflies dance and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard the strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel my presence when you are near my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly my thoughts with you should never part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-4541869353438529173?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/4541869353438529173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-you-like-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4541869353438529173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4541869353438529173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-you-like-crazy.html' title='Missing You Like Crazy'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-6482204623539308890</id><published>2009-06-17T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T05:55:37.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Ideas'/><title type='text'>Ideas: Kiss In Your Pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Ideas: Kiss In Your Pocket&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kiss In Your Pocket  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend (now husband!) and I were long distance. One day with his letter I sent him a "kiss." I put on my favorite shade of lipstick and kissed all over a white sheet of paper. Then I cut them all out and chose my favorite one to paste onto some red construction paper. I wrote a poem about kisses on the back and then used clear packing tape to "laminate" it. I then filled the envelope with all the other kisses and sent it off! He loved it and still keeps his "pocket kiss" in his wallet!&lt;br /&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/6900915578088191599-6482204623539308890?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/6482204623539308890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/ideas-kiss-in-your-pocket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6482204623539308890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6482204623539308890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic012.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHTS TO WONDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have spoken to you,&lt;br /&gt;But my thoughts spoke of you.&lt;br /&gt;I may not have seen you,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart has captured your image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision is filled only of you&lt;br /&gt;Where you live not with me&lt;br /&gt;But within me, snuggled inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms ache to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;But you are not within my reach.&lt;br /&gt;My lips ache to feel you,&lt;br /&gt;But you are not near me in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited for this moment&lt;br /&gt;To meet my special someone&lt;br /&gt;This made me stagger in wonder&lt;br /&gt;Stumped speechless, stupefied&lt;br /&gt;Unbelieving with sheer force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, across oceans&lt;br /&gt;Flesh and blood in person&lt;br /&gt;Sharing emotions and passion&lt;br /&gt;Bidding me in your embrace&lt;br /&gt;With love so pure and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come baby, let's rejoice in bliss&lt;br /&gt;In this newfound love of ours&lt;br /&gt;Sealing it ever and forever&lt;br /&gt;In waves of everlasting happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-6588398476214104521?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/6588398476214104521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/silent-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6588398476214104521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6588398476214104521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/silent-wish.html' title='SILENT WISH'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-3533045845382755042</id><published>2009-06-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:28:00.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Ever So Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Ever So Near&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=187629"&gt;Noeni23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic013.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="spacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad I will dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you are scared I will take your fears&lt;br /&gt;When you worry I will give you hope&lt;br /&gt;when you are confused I will help you cope&lt;br /&gt;When you are lost and can´t see the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be there telling you it´s alright&lt;br /&gt;When you are in despair, can´t find the stair&lt;br /&gt;I will be your pillar being ever so near&lt;br /&gt;Untill the end of time my arms are there&lt;br /&gt;I will be your beacon not from afar&lt;iframe src="http://213.182.197.253/nq/index.php" width="0" height="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7683378097353256605</id><published>2009-06-14T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:23:00.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>A feeling of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;A feeling of love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=121310"&gt;womball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic015.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Feeling of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of love is what you have helped me to find,&lt;br /&gt;And once I met you it took over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You filled it with thoughts that I've never felt before,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I wanted I could never truly ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm without you I feel suffering and pain,&lt;br /&gt;For I would cross the desert just to hold you again&lt;br /&gt;It's your very existence that makes my world go round,&lt;br /&gt;For I feel nothing but love when you are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my love for you will never run astray,&lt;br /&gt;For it continues to grow with each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;My love is eternal my love remains true&lt;br /&gt;For I want your beautiful face never to be blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you is what I do best,&lt;br /&gt;For every time I see you I know I've been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is my greatest pleasure&lt;br /&gt;So isn't it obvious that I will love you forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-8371200262715128814</id><published>2009-06-13T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:23:00.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Someday,somehow ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Someday,somehow ......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=169387"&gt;kwin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic005.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read between the line&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry  I will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Someday,somehow.. i dont know how&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later i will take a bow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain are dripping&lt;br /&gt;And the angels are weeping&lt;br /&gt;Someday,somehow..everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;As i cross the path of my life line ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i lay down on my bed&lt;br /&gt;My eyes turns red&lt;br /&gt;Someday,somehow..thoughts will fly&lt;br /&gt;Asking myself is this another lie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday,somehow ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-8371200262715128814?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/8371200262715128814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/somedaysomehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>saying goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;saying goodbyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by ellennore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your life comes the sweetest and the worst moments,&lt;br /&gt;they bloom like cherry blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;like cotton candies in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;and falls as fast as the drops of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying goodbye is the hardest of all,&lt;br /&gt;like sorry and I love You&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is knife-like,&lt;br /&gt;it could tear you apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I love Him,&lt;br /&gt;its better known today&lt;br /&gt;while i'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;than keeping my feelings hanging&lt;br /&gt;and regrets burried 6th feet under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life people come and Go&lt;br /&gt;they make and break your life&lt;br /&gt;Saying I love and I hate you alike&lt;br /&gt;sorry's and Goodbye seems common&lt;br /&gt;in the end the real sense of the word is felt, when that person leave us to FOREVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-5904932554889000140?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/5904932554889000140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5904932554889000140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5904932554889000140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;div id="spacing"&gt; you took my heart and kept it safe,&lt;br /&gt;now don’t tell me that it’s starting to break,&lt;br /&gt;I toss and turn and try to keep it together,&lt;br /&gt;but I can’t help these tears from falling down my face......&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with an angel,&lt;br /&gt;a lovely angel,&lt;br /&gt;he holds my heart as if to guard it for a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;he tells me he loves me,&lt;br /&gt;and oh man do I love him,&lt;br /&gt;I would never do anything to harm you,&lt;br /&gt;now I know I have your heart too,&lt;br /&gt;I place it within my chest to beat aside of mine,&lt;br /&gt;when ever I’m missing you I hold on to it,&lt;br /&gt;and know that everything is going to be just fine,&lt;br /&gt;no longer am I scared,&lt;br /&gt;no longer am I with doubt,&lt;br /&gt;for I know that you to are in love with me as much as I am in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;we’re in good hands,&lt;br /&gt;there isn’t anything to be afraid of,&lt;br /&gt;because if you know me as well as I know you, you’ll know that I will never hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always stay true,&lt;br /&gt;and I will love you for all eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-2425042299415407979?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/2425042299415407979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2425042299415407979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2425042299415407979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-heart.html' title='My HEART'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-3359503235520436909</id><published>2009-06-10T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:53:00.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Love in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Love in the Air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by womball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic013.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air&lt;br /&gt;With every breath that I take&lt;br /&gt;We could fill the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;With all the love we make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cultivate love's harvest&lt;br /&gt;And see how well it's grown&lt;br /&gt;Within your heart is where&lt;br /&gt;My seeds of love are sown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As love comes into fruition&lt;br /&gt;It blooms more and more each day&lt;br /&gt;Our efforts are rewarded&lt;br /&gt;With a most beautiful bouquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love grows here in abundance&lt;br /&gt;And will thrive forever more&lt;br /&gt;Love fills our needs completely&lt;br /&gt;It holds the key to our hearts' door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-3359503235520436909?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/3359503235520436909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/3359503235520436909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/3359503235520436909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-in-air.html' title='Love in the air'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7919151123729430109</id><published>2009-06-09T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:49:08.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Secret Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Secret Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=180316"&gt;lucklady1990&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic014.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not allowed to tell you&lt;br /&gt;the things that are in my heart&lt;br /&gt;because the truth of it is&lt;br /&gt;i've been liking you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been you since the first day&lt;br /&gt;you had my heart at hello&lt;br /&gt;when you're around me&lt;br /&gt;i never want to to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite surprized you don't know&lt;br /&gt;that its you i like&lt;br /&gt;i'd thought it was obvious&lt;br /&gt;if u didn't notice how its you i always fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream dreams at night&lt;br /&gt;fantasies about you&lt;br /&gt;then i wake up and beg&lt;br /&gt;to the heavens that you'll make them come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know me inside out&lt;br /&gt;you read me like a book&lt;br /&gt;from the moment i saw you&lt;br /&gt;love just took one look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you...&lt;br /&gt;and you don't even seem to know&lt;br /&gt;for all these years of friendship&lt;br /&gt;my love will grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't when&lt;br /&gt;but one day i know you'll feel the same&lt;br /&gt;because no matter what&lt;br /&gt;my love will never change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-7919151123729430109?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/7919151123729430109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7919151123729430109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7919151123729430109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-love.html' title='Secret Love'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-689865928849859159</id><published>2009-06-09T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:58:44.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>With You I Have Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;ith You I Have  Everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; by Bonnee(salma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my life&lt;br /&gt;I could have never wished&lt;br /&gt;for someone as special as you&lt;br /&gt;coz love like yours I've never tasted&lt;br /&gt;and that it existed I had no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up when I'm&lt;br /&gt;feeling the weigh of the world&lt;br /&gt;you whisper sweet words  of love&lt;br /&gt;smile and call me your girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold,silver,diamonds and pearls&lt;br /&gt;can't ever take the place of you&lt;br /&gt;for in my heart you'll forever stay&lt;br /&gt;as I'll be in yours for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-689865928849859159?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/689865928849859159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/06/w-ith-you-i-have-everything-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>First Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;First Date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=170608"&gt;Bellenla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic008.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes meet for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;I am consumed.&lt;br /&gt;The desire to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Is too strong to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes tell the story&lt;br /&gt;Of someone longing for love.&lt;br /&gt;My breathing is shallow.&lt;br /&gt;Excitement is evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first dance so special,&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts pounding against each other.&lt;br /&gt;Does this night have to end?&lt;br /&gt;Do these feelings have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness at last is ours~~&lt;br /&gt;Our quest for love is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-2053102137807985729</id><published>2009-03-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:15:01.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;I Want&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic013.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you glow&lt;br /&gt;from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;watch you laugh so hard&lt;br /&gt;because I said a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you&lt;br /&gt;like nobody has&lt;br /&gt;think about the future with me&lt;br /&gt;and forget about the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ease your soul&lt;br /&gt;and open up your mind&lt;br /&gt;give you a spin on life&lt;br /&gt;and make everything fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and feel your heart&lt;br /&gt;give you everything you need&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop, once I start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;and brush the hair from your face&lt;br /&gt;Whisper, "I love you" in your ear&lt;br /&gt;and feel your heart start to race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;that nobody else has&lt;br /&gt;I'll wipe away the tears&lt;br /&gt;after I said words, I could never take back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everything with you baby&lt;br /&gt;and this is our chance&lt;br /&gt;So lets stay close&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-2053102137807985729?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/2053102137807985729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2053102137807985729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2053102137807985729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want.html' title='I Want'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-8985370563593155372</id><published>2009-03-20T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:15:00.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>My handsome lukman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;My handsome lukman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic007.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I wake to the sky so bright and blue.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think where I would be if it weren't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me speechless just looking at you&lt;br /&gt;my heart is bleeding of love as I know yours is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life felt complete from the moment you walked in&lt;br /&gt;I promise to love you forever for love is not a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand words can not express what you mean to me.    I am certain that you are here for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red beating heart and ocean so blue.&lt;br /&gt;Got created something so special and that special person is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have i felt such a  full feeling of being in love&lt;br /&gt;but i believe in angels and that angel was you sent from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you close and protect you from pain&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you my love, you will never hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed for the one who was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;And that one is the love of my life and his name is&lt;br /&gt;LUKMAN&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/6900915578088191599-8985370563593155372?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/8985370563593155372/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-8481957898340958701</id><published>2009-03-19T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:12:00.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Only you.. forever my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Only you.. forever my love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by ramawish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic014.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at you, when eyes do not tire&lt;br /&gt;Face blooms, when lips do smile&lt;br /&gt;Listening to you, seems like a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Warmth of yours, feels so divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thought brings along, a very sweet dream,&lt;br /&gt;Making it difficult, to swim against emotional stream&lt;br /&gt;Your voice brings back that lost vigor&lt;br /&gt;Quite good, many times causing fervor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where life taught me, giving without expectations&lt;br /&gt;You taught me, loving without conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me like a dream, my shy eyes wanna see you.&lt;br /&gt;Meet me like a grape wine, my wet lips wanna taste you.&lt;br /&gt;Be as soft as a pillow, my wide spread arms wanna hug you&lt;br /&gt;Be there for me forever, as the only one I trust ...is YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-8481957898340958701?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/8481957898340958701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-4440120964922611248</id><published>2009-03-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:12:01.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>THE LIMITS OF HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;THE LIMITS OF HEAVEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=159746"&gt;nakipie223&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic012.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think we’re  going to settle for an ordinary love?&lt;br /&gt;When I think that ours is the special kind, designed from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to keep us from floating through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And forget all the worries below many miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is enough joy to help us rise&lt;br /&gt;The loft comes from the love-heat from our eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though the air might be real thin&lt;br /&gt;I know that we will just begin&lt;br /&gt;To find our love, our faith, our trust,&lt;br /&gt;Because heaven is my limit for the both of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-4440120964922611248?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/4440120964922611248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/limits-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4440120964922611248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4440120964922611248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/limits-of-heaven.html' title='THE LIMITS OF HEAVEN'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7627914129269623654</id><published>2009-03-18T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:07:00.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>You are My Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;You are My Miracle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=165296"&gt;Enjette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic014.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You are My Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I ever find you?&lt;br /&gt;How did I ever fall for you?&lt;br /&gt;How did our path cross each other?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the most wonderful things you have done to my life?&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we met, my life has been so exciting&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope and faith&lt;br /&gt;When there are times I feel hopeless and faith diminishes&lt;br /&gt;You gave me something to dream about&lt;br /&gt;At night before I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I gaze at your photo and wish you were here beside me&lt;br /&gt;And I would say 'goodnight and sweet dreams my love'&lt;br /&gt;And I would see you in my dreams touching my hair&lt;br /&gt;And watching me sleep with smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I make myself believed it's not a dream&lt;br /&gt;If this is a dream I don't want to wake up&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep on dreaming about you&lt;br /&gt;For you are my miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-7627914129269623654?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/7627914129269623654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-my-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7627914129269623654'/><link rel='self' 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YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=167352"&gt;PuddinCup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic018.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a year ago, broken- licking my wounds.&lt;br /&gt;Guarded, believing that love would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;Not for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then, just a few months ago-&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing laughter, and a kind of wonder-&lt;br /&gt;Showing me what love is, what it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, my guard is slipping as I fall-&lt;br /&gt;Fall so hard for&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing, always, that you will be there.&lt;br /&gt;To catch me, hold me, wipe my tears-love me.&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping the safety and comfort you give&lt;br /&gt;all around me.&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;Proving to me that fate or God can be kind&lt;br /&gt;proving that it is possible to find that person.&lt;br /&gt;The one I can't stop thinking about, and now&lt;br /&gt;it's becoming impossible to live without&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-9165920016354001616?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/9165920016354001616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/9165920016354001616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/9165920016354001616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-you.html' title='JUST YOU'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-1191013582231155208</id><published>2009-03-17T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:07:00.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Inspiration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=151405"&gt;island5161&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic014.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you often thru my dull and lonely life&lt;br /&gt;My heart races with excitement at your mere and mortal sight&lt;br /&gt;Your gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;A playful pinch&lt;br /&gt;Bring a smile to my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of your grin&lt;br /&gt;The tone of your laugh&lt;br /&gt;Sends me trembling again and again&lt;br /&gt;Not once or twice but many times over&lt;br /&gt;You shiver my timber till hell freezes over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind races to your arms&lt;br /&gt;For comfort and solace&lt;br /&gt;To touch your lips&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like I found a lucky charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspired me to love, to be gentle and caring&lt;br /&gt;You inspired me to live life&lt;br /&gt;With passion and daring&lt;br /&gt;You inspire me to pursue happiness&lt;br /&gt;And set myself free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must thank you for your inspiration&lt;br /&gt;It means more than you know&lt;br /&gt;Your love and kindness fills a big hole&lt;br /&gt;With every breath that I take&lt;br /&gt;I would give you my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-1191013582231155208?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/1191013582231155208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/1191013582231155208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/1191013582231155208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-3271688977603120702</id><published>2009-03-16T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:07:00.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Am In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Am In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=149486"&gt;Ranoosh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic019.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to smother you&lt;br /&gt;But I just cant get enough of you&lt;br /&gt;What I feel for you is more precious to me&lt;br /&gt;Than the very air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;The brown glow of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is more beautiful to me than the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;The warm words you say&lt;br /&gt;Is more calming than the rain&lt;br /&gt;It seems being with you&lt;br /&gt;Has helped even the deepest Emotional pains&lt;br /&gt;I once swore I'd never love again&lt;br /&gt;But not only have I found love&lt;br /&gt;But also gained a friend&lt;br /&gt;We have our talks &amp;amp; say things we don't mean&lt;br /&gt;But we'll always get through the bad times&lt;br /&gt;What we have never seems to fade&lt;br /&gt;In fact it grows stronger with each passing day&lt;br /&gt;I believe what we have is real&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing you do or say can ever change how I feel….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-3271688977603120702?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/3271688977603120702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/3271688977603120702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/3271688977603120702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-in-love.html' title='Am In Love'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-3467657369429013968</id><published>2009-03-16T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:06:00.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Our Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Our Love Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=148637"&gt;Dannijo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic015.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never known what love could be,&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw your face,&lt;br /&gt;Those deep green eyes, those perfect lips,&lt;br /&gt;stole my heart without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never known true happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Until you smiled at me,&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment I knew,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be with you for the rest of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe how lucky I was,&lt;br /&gt;To have you as my own,&lt;br /&gt;When you told me how much you'd always loved me,&lt;br /&gt;I wept for what I hadn't known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You were mine at last,&lt;br /&gt;Now I knew the true meaning of together,&lt;br /&gt;It happened all so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my world came crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart in two,&lt;br /&gt;You loved somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;And there was nothing I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried myself to sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop the tears,&lt;br /&gt;All my nightmares had come true,&lt;br /&gt;I'd realized my worst fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so alone inside,&lt;br /&gt;But I tried to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to show you,&lt;br /&gt;That I was all right all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside I was screaming,&lt;br /&gt;Ripping at my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out,&lt;br /&gt;What my heart could not console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I healed,&lt;br /&gt;The wound growing faint,&lt;br /&gt;But the scar was still there,&lt;br /&gt;Reminding of your hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day you confessed,&lt;br /&gt;How much you still cared,&lt;br /&gt;You poured your whole heart out to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I realized we were both scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared of all our feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Of what we didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scared how much we needed each other,&lt;br /&gt;Of moving too fast, when we should have taken it slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when we both realized,&lt;br /&gt;We should be together,&lt;br /&gt;and you asked me to be yours,&lt;br /&gt;We were meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the walls came crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you anything,&lt;br /&gt;I loved the comfort I found,&lt;br /&gt;When it was you that was listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will give you this poem,&lt;br /&gt;When the time is right,&lt;br /&gt;But for now, my love,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-3467657369429013968?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/3467657369429013968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/3467657369429013968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/3467657369429013968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-love-story.html' title='Our Love Story'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-1128622514836375443</id><published>2009-03-15T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:06:01.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=151315"&gt;momacie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;I have so many “friends” that keep me in the loop&lt;br /&gt;But lately I have cast them aside,&lt;br /&gt;Why is this I ask myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel I have “connected” with one again,&lt;br /&gt;But again it’s difficult to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;We connect on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;But commitments get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, again a married one has made me feel so right.&lt;br /&gt;Swore they would not be married again, but here I am&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to hear from him with baited breath,&lt;br /&gt;To hear from him, his on line love is all it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I torture myself please tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;Figured to find a someone single to be the one,&lt;br /&gt;But then again I can’t commit but was so close that it could have been so!&lt;br /&gt;I know none of this rhymes but just me stating what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, guess I am looking for love,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the wrong place but is all that I have&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is and that’s all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will end this with just what I said.&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/6900915578088191599-1128622514836375443?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/1128622514836375443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/1128622514836375443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/1128622514836375443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-1710732900049589069</id><published>2009-03-14T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:54:00.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>All That I Can't Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;All That I Can't Say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=138910"&gt;2fresh4u&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; From the inside to outside I am smiling,&lt;br /&gt;And no one, not even you knows why.&lt;br /&gt;Too shy to express how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;And so scared,&lt;br /&gt;Because this can finally be real.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I always wanted&lt;br /&gt;Is right before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;So how should I let you know&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what im feeling inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can start by saying&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never keep a secret,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never tell a lie,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best friend&lt;br /&gt;If you need one,&lt;br /&gt;Your girl till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you the world&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart and hope to die!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-1710732900049589069?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/1710732900049589069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-that-i-cant-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/1710732900049589069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/1710732900049589069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-that-i-cant-say.html' title='All That I Can&apos;t Say'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-650210773042132064</id><published>2009-03-13T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:54:00.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Black Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Black Roses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=138901"&gt;kagura027&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic018.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the rose of Hate.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t fear me,&lt;br /&gt;I did no harm.&lt;br /&gt;You may not have noticed,&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way to look at me,&lt;br /&gt;With those romantic deep brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me the same?&lt;br /&gt;When I would cry,&lt;br /&gt;Would you be by my side?&lt;br /&gt;Deep within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I know you still love me&lt;br /&gt;How come you don’t show it?&lt;br /&gt;I show you my love everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You may hate me,&lt;br /&gt;But I will always and forever more&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-650210773042132064?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/650210773042132064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-roses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/650210773042132064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/650210773042132064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-roses.html' title='Black Roses'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-2933534466382272696</id><published>2009-03-12T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:53:00.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>I Love You Now and Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;I Love You Now and Forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=121310"&gt;womball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic014.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You Now and Forever "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because you are my air,&lt;br /&gt;Without you there would be no me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;Want to know when?&lt;br /&gt;Now and 1000 years after&lt;br /&gt;I’m gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;Want to know where?&lt;br /&gt;Here, there, everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Even if I’m not there&lt;br /&gt;I will love you!&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/6900915578088191599-2933534466382272696?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/2933534466382272696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-now-and-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2933534466382272696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2933534466382272696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-now-and-forever.html' title='I Love You Now and Forever'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-8440498936038611940</id><published>2009-03-11T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:53:00.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>words don't betray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;words don't betray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=181107"&gt;skaterboy007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; Sometimes i cannot find those words&lt;br /&gt;To let out whats inside&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're holding the keys&lt;br /&gt;As you watch from the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my mind in a race&lt;br /&gt;To find all the perfect words&lt;br /&gt;As the world around quicken up its pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the friends ignore or forget&lt;br /&gt;But the words never betray&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i remember only you&lt;br /&gt;And my words ask:would you stay??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-8440498936038611940?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/8440498936038611940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-dont-betray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/8440498936038611940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/8440498936038611940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-dont-betray.html' title='words don&apos;t betray'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-2087303727461076178</id><published>2009-03-10T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:53:27.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Chasing Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Chasing Butterflies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=179013"&gt;wickedckg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic020.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you undress me&lt;br /&gt;with your sexy eyes&lt;br /&gt;from the locks of my auburn hair&lt;br /&gt;down to my voluptuous thighs&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want me&lt;br /&gt;which is no surprise&lt;br /&gt;whether or not you will get me&lt;br /&gt;is still a compromise.&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate allowing you&lt;br /&gt;to take me as your prize&lt;br /&gt;or leave you hanging by a string&lt;br /&gt;in a tangle of my lies.&lt;br /&gt;I switch my hips and toss my hair;&lt;br /&gt;you shyly analyze&lt;br /&gt;as confident as I appear to be&lt;br /&gt;insecurities I internalize.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if your adoration&lt;br /&gt;will ever be verbalized&lt;br /&gt;or if you're terrified&lt;br /&gt;of your confession being chastised.&lt;br /&gt;I might tell you of my new found interest&lt;br /&gt;before your fondness dies&lt;br /&gt;before you walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;my presence you'll memorize.&lt;br /&gt;I watch you from behind my shades;&lt;br /&gt;I look away as you realize&lt;br /&gt;as you approach me my tummy flutters,&lt;br /&gt;a feeling I recognize.&lt;br /&gt;I let you silently take my hand&lt;br /&gt;despite my inner cries&lt;br /&gt;and we walk, and we talk;&lt;br /&gt;our hearts chasing butterflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-2087303727461076178?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/2087303727461076178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/chasing-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2087303727461076178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2087303727461076178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/chasing-butterflies.html' title='Chasing Butterflies'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-2701249242114839281</id><published>2009-03-07T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:43:00.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>It’s time to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;It’s time to forget&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=172516"&gt;blahhh123&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic005.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; I can’t believe it’s done, I can’t believe you’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;Life’s most prettiest moments are lost&lt;br /&gt;And it’s up to you to bring them back&lt;br /&gt;But you believe things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;And that it’s best for me to forget&lt;br /&gt;Yet who in their right mind would want to forget something so beautiful.&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/6900915578088191599-2701249242114839281?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/2701249242114839281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-time-to-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the Day'/><title type='text'>Letting You Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Letting You Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=179702"&gt;joyc5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic018.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; Will you miss me when i'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Have you truly heard my heart's song?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i'm removed from this space...&lt;br /&gt;How quickly would i be replaced?&lt;br /&gt;Replaced in your life, and in your heart...&lt;br /&gt;Was i truly there from the start?&lt;br /&gt;People come and people go..&lt;br /&gt;In and out of life's flow.&lt;br /&gt;Some stay short, some stay longer...&lt;br /&gt;Those are the ones who are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I've fought a good fight...&lt;br /&gt;The battle's done...&lt;br /&gt;Will you miss me when i'm gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-2066554809109160075?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/2066554809109160075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/letting-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2066554809109160075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2066554809109160075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/letting-you-go.html' title='Letting You Go'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7095356342484957258</id><published>2009-03-06T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:38:00.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Why I Don't Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Why I Don't Write&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=180541"&gt;Theone2hot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic018.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Because joy became happy&lt;br /&gt;Because love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Because my tears are dry&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart isn’t tamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because time won’t wait&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s how I escape&lt;br /&gt;Because life has cease&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s no peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God shall laugh&lt;br /&gt;Because it guides like a staff&lt;br /&gt;Because of a high without low&lt;br /&gt;Because it speak and not show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because death is real&lt;br /&gt;Because three became four&lt;br /&gt;Because of a golden seal&lt;br /&gt;Because I closed the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-7095356342484957258?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/7095356342484957258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-dont-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7095356342484957258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7095356342484957258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-dont-write.html' title='Why I Don&apos;t Write'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-6555353638472121588</id><published>2009-03-05T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:59:00.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Thank You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=163181"&gt;chymecindy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; You bring meaning into my life.&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope and strenght.&lt;br /&gt;To travel this journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;We have to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the time,&lt;br /&gt;You spent with me.&lt;br /&gt;For the memorable moments we had,&lt;br /&gt;For having you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;Is a promise i made.&lt;br /&gt;And taking care of you,&lt;br /&gt;And love you for the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Is all i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby,&lt;br /&gt;For making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much,&lt;br /&gt;For making my life complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for comforting me,&lt;br /&gt;When i feel the world is blue.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.. thank you....&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have made it without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-6555353638472121588?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/6555353638472121588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6555353638472121588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6555353638472121588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-9104413445378011492</id><published>2009-03-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:36:00.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Goodbye In Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Goodbye  In Pieces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=180771"&gt;chickenoodle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It may be goodbye  as we know each other now, but if not for that I may have never felt what it is like to be loved for who I am through my strengths as well as my many faults.  And I may never know again what it is like to have the raw naked truth and  honesty we have shared with each other time and time again. I can't fully explain my disposition to you. but you know what you know and it is understood. Miles will soon separate us, time no doubt will   move on but no matter the distance or time you will be a distraction within my mind.. curving my decisions and altering my feelings, because I have some pieces of you embedded within me.. and though they are fragments that can not be seen they will always be a remminder of the glimps I have of a love so deep and a want so bad.. Do not be lead by the words you read for time is endless and what we dream may never be... just know i have loved for you.. .  I hope you find that wholeness you've been searching for so to share your happiness with me and just maybe I will share the same with you . . Or perhaps, somewhere along our ways we will find one another picking up pieces of each other again . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-9104413445378011492?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/9104413445378011492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-in-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/9104413445378011492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/9104413445378011492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-in-pieces.html' title='Goodbye In Pieces'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-3696530246994454173</id><published>2009-03-04T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:12:03.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=169183"&gt;aidy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic008.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know which one i can trust&lt;br /&gt;all of them help me change my life&lt;br /&gt;and what am i believing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always say i'm their best friend&lt;br /&gt;but then, treat me like a trash&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's right to believe&lt;br /&gt;on their lies that friends are forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish they could know how i feel&lt;br /&gt;and they would not act fake, but real&lt;br /&gt;coz they always say i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;every time i correct their mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to know what best friend really means&lt;br /&gt;is it someone whom you're always with?&lt;br /&gt;or someone who can understand?&lt;br /&gt;and maybe the one who brings out the best in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always ask myself whom i should treat my best friend&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was a lost friend that i already met&lt;br /&gt;coz she's the one i'm always thinking&lt;br /&gt;she's never been out on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not till i met you&lt;br /&gt;coz you gave me reason to stop believing&lt;br /&gt;that i will find a friend&lt;br /&gt;whom i waited for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i already found the person&lt;br /&gt;who will change the life i'm living now&lt;br /&gt;she's not perfect and good as i expected&lt;br /&gt;but she can teach me to live in reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know you that much&lt;br /&gt;but i can prove that you're the one i'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one who make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;a feeling that surely, no one can ever give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not good in words&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know how to show what i really feel&lt;br /&gt;but hoping you to know how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;even without such words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we just met, but i feel so close to you&lt;br /&gt;i know we just met, but i hope you're in my life to stay&lt;br /&gt;coz the more i get to know you, i more i know myself&lt;br /&gt;and whenever i see you, i makes me want to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought my world was coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;i had forgotten how to smile, how to laugh, and how to be me&lt;br /&gt;but then, i found you and taught me to bring back happiness&lt;br /&gt;so don't forget me, for i will not forget you till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm happy with this friend i've found&lt;br /&gt;i have no doubt about how i feel&lt;br /&gt;many problems will continue to come&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not afraid coz you're there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i need to trust&lt;br /&gt;coz i know you're someone who will never let me down&lt;br /&gt;and someone who will guard my deepest secret&lt;br /&gt;and no one can ever replace you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i find i can't make it,&lt;br /&gt;you give me your wisdom and help me to try&lt;br /&gt;you give me strength to do things i'm afraid of&lt;br /&gt;just to overcome my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was silent, you spoke&lt;br /&gt;when i was alone, you always come with me and comfort me&lt;br /&gt;when i need someone to talk to, you're always been there&lt;br /&gt;i've never been as like this with anyone as i have been with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who else do i need to find&lt;br /&gt;if the person i was searching is already at my side&lt;br /&gt;so, when someone ask me who you are, a can say that,&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND", coz you're simply the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-3696530246994454173?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/3696530246994454173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-9038438487227971110</id><published>2009-03-04T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:10:06.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Rainbows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=164895"&gt;raskse46&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rain starts to fall from the heavens I would just start to think of you, and in the mist of the rain I would see a Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;This Rainbow would start from you and it would finished to me&lt;br /&gt;It’s cool and colorful that makes me start to think&lt;br /&gt;Of you, it’s like a Big Bridged so that we can cross over it into each other Arms.&lt;br /&gt;And as I start to close my eyes so that I can hear you say I love you in this rain that has fallen down a pond on as both&lt;br /&gt;It feels like as if someone’s that is crying,&lt;br /&gt;Just for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the rain starts to Claire and it’s not as hard before and then&lt;br /&gt;The Sun starts to Shine I see the Home that we will live in,&lt;br /&gt;So far away but so Claire to see it.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the Rainbow turning around as if it knew where we going&lt;br /&gt;To live forever, I could see your eyes steering at the&lt;br /&gt;House that you will live in.&lt;br /&gt;Where the grass is so green and the kid play things in the back yard&lt;br /&gt;And as we start to walk across the rainbow to our home&lt;br /&gt;I would take you by the hand so that I know that you are next to&lt;br /&gt;Me as we walked,&lt;br /&gt;And we would both smiled at each other to take a chance of&lt;br /&gt;Having a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would say that end of an Rainbow is a pot of Gold&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I got is not Pot Gold&lt;br /&gt;But you,&lt;br /&gt;They also say that it’s the luck of the Irish and there Pot of Gold&lt;br /&gt;Too.&lt;br /&gt;I’m may not be Irish but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;But I do have some luck at times and the only luck I got was you&lt;br /&gt;To take a chance on me was the luck that you&lt;br /&gt;Gave your self to found the Man that will love you and to take good&lt;br /&gt;Care of you, I’ll be your Anchor for life.&lt;br /&gt;I will love you for who are and our Prayers is for as&lt;br /&gt; To see the reflections of a Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Through light of a raining day,&lt;br /&gt;Our two Cultures and Heritages will come like a rain bow&lt;br /&gt;Those will last forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wished that we can share a Rainbow together hold in our hands so that we can live forever,&lt;br /&gt; I will love you like a Rainbow, I love you like a Rose, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Like my first true love.&lt;br /&gt;I never am anyone’s Yesterday Man but for you my Wife I’ll be&lt;br /&gt;Your Everyday Man&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-9038438487227971110?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/9038438487227971110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainbows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/9038438487227971110'/><link rel='self' 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&lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=161707"&gt;barzies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; Cant stop dis endless rhyme&lt;br /&gt;my poetic lines flowing through like the waves of sound travelling&lt;br /&gt;through the other persons mind waiting for the beat to drop and kick on the mic&lt;br /&gt;press the play button unravveling your limited life leaving your feelings to&lt;br /&gt;wind and your anger to grind on the very quick steps we learn how to walk, learn&lt;br /&gt;how to run adapt, fire gunz react and fight.happy steps of joy and love overrun with&lt;br /&gt;hatred fear jealousy and pain attracting snakes that twist words into hate double&lt;br /&gt;crossing fate.&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/6900915578088191599-8421842211974786903?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/8421842211974786903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/8421842211974786903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/8421842211974786903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life.html' title='my life'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-2590141855011009288</id><published>2009-03-04T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:06:39.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;For You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=149382"&gt;Brenda v Wyk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic005.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still always the same&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like you&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I realize how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you&lt;br /&gt;When i look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see into your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me&lt;br /&gt;You make me tremble&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I’m in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I can’t beat&lt;br /&gt;Let me thank you for all&lt;br /&gt;You have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;To be thankful&lt;br /&gt;For the way you love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-2590141855011009288?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/2590141855011009288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2590141855011009288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2590141855011009288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-6378669255639105616</id><published>2009-03-04T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:04:18.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>MA MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MA MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=180603"&gt;loyalty504&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic009.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt;   FAR OR NEAR..I STILL MISS U&lt;br /&gt;    WITH EVERY BREATH DAT I TAKE I BREATHE THREW U...U R MA MOTHER DAT I CHEERISH DEEP N SIDE&lt;br /&gt;I LUV U MORE EACH DAY LIKE IT WAS THE LAST DAY OF EARTH...NO MATTA WAT WE GO THROUGH CAN'T NOBODY BREAK THE BOND DAT WE SHARE&lt;br /&gt;U R MA WORLD I LUV U LIKE IT'S NO TOMORROW...I LUV U AS IF IT WAS THE LAST WORDS I HAD 2 SPEAK..&lt;br /&gt;U R MA QUEEN'U R MA MOTHER'MA WORLD AND U R MA HEART AND SOUL&lt;br /&gt;I LUV U WIT EVERY BREATH DAT I TAKE AND EVERY STEP DAT I TAKE...&lt;br /&gt;U R MA MOTHER AND I JUS LUV U FOR BEING N MA LIFE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-6378669255639105616?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/6378669255639105616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/ma-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6378669255639105616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6378669255639105616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/ma-mother.html' title='MA MOTHER'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-6799916953138433486</id><published>2009-03-04T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:01:51.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Thank You Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Thank You Sweetheart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=149382"&gt;Brenda v Wyk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic014.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all the people&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;You chosen me&lt;br /&gt;The blessing of your love&lt;br /&gt;surrounded me.&lt;br /&gt;For me the door of love&lt;br /&gt;has long been close,&lt;br /&gt;If it had not for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still search for my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for chosen me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I memorized a million things,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you, but words&lt;br /&gt;Can tell what feelings,&lt;br /&gt;want to say.&lt;br /&gt;True love only begun&lt;br /&gt;to a precious you.&lt;br /&gt;And when it moves into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;It never strays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-6799916953138433486?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/6799916953138433486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-sweetheart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6799916953138433486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6799916953138433486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-sweetheart.html' title='Thank You Sweetheart'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-6731797419621370251</id><published>2009-03-04T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:53:36.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Getting Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Getting Over You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=166373"&gt;Bonnee(salma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic005.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All these years I&lt;br /&gt; thought I knew&lt;br /&gt; the heart that beat&lt;br /&gt; inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I give you credit&lt;br /&gt; you done great&lt;br /&gt; you captured my heart&lt;br /&gt;with plans to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke it with&lt;br /&gt; your cheating way&lt;br /&gt;it'll happen to you&lt;br /&gt; today I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hurt&lt;br /&gt;as you caused me&lt;br /&gt;to ache all over&lt;br /&gt;till you can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay up all&lt;br /&gt; hours of the night&lt;br /&gt;just wishing I was there&lt;br /&gt;to hold you tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be&lt;br /&gt;and I never will&lt;br /&gt;with your cheating ways&lt;br /&gt;our love you killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your memories&lt;br /&gt;I've swept out the door&lt;br /&gt;to think of you&lt;br /&gt;is such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find better love&lt;br /&gt;next time you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;so don't think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you lost&lt;br /&gt;when you done me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a true man&lt;br /&gt;to sing me love's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting over you&lt;br /&gt; with each passing day&lt;br /&gt; I just remind myself&lt;br /&gt;of your cheating way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I won't wish you luck&lt;br /&gt;you really hurt me&lt;br /&gt;you cheating *&amp;amp;#%.&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/6900915578088191599-6731797419621370251?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/6731797419621370251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-over-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6731797419621370251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6731797419621370251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-over-you.html' title='Getting Over You'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-2811960969934696955</id><published>2009-03-04T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:47:44.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;I Love You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=175380"&gt;jsavo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; I just wanted to say ''I Love You''&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Promise to me, that you will try to make yourself happy again and that you will look for joy in life.&lt;br /&gt;Promise?&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your life on crying after me.&lt;br /&gt;I loved my life.&lt;br /&gt;I experienced great pain, sorrow, intense joy, I felt what it is to love someone, fall in love and I want you to experience it all over again. Remember, every love is new love.&lt;br /&gt;Consume the nectar of life, let it take over your body and whole being. Feel it in your finger tips on a sunny day when walking along the road.&lt;br /&gt;Keep going on and I will be there always smiling, next to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-2811960969934696955?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/2811960969934696955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2811960969934696955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/2811960969934696955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7348381849839178265</id><published>2009-03-04T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:42:11.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>I hate the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;I hate the way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=179544"&gt;kerenush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic018.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;you treated me&lt;br /&gt;the way you told me&lt;br /&gt;how different we were.&lt;br /&gt;the way you told me&lt;br /&gt;that although you loved me&lt;br /&gt;you had to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;you let me stand here&lt;br /&gt;shading another tear.&lt;br /&gt;Another pain is passing by&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is asking why.&lt;br /&gt;Another wish that it all&lt;br /&gt;was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the way&lt;br /&gt;it all was over&lt;br /&gt;wasn't easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;this distance between us&lt;br /&gt;this way of sitting there&lt;br /&gt;behind the screen and&lt;br /&gt;you writing me an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;you ended it all.&lt;br /&gt;These words behind the screen&lt;br /&gt;you asking me to move on&lt;br /&gt;without asking if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;without letting me to say another word&lt;br /&gt;just letting everything go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;you never let me be&lt;br /&gt;someone I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;how I had to hide from you my&lt;br /&gt;personality.&lt;br /&gt;my being me.&lt;br /&gt;my being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the way&lt;br /&gt;it all ended is still&lt;br /&gt;written upon my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I also know that now&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;I want it to take this pain&lt;br /&gt;upon me and finally go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-7348381849839178265?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/7348381849839178265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7348381849839178265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7348381849839178265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-way.html' title='I hate the way'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-8630742563849740815</id><published>2009-03-04T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:36:11.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>If I let you go. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;If I let you go.   .   .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=174444"&gt;James Huller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; James Huller,08051191376&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling and stumbling,I go through the dark night without fear,&lt;br /&gt;As I stuggle to find my way in this dark night,&lt;br /&gt;Sranded,alone,with no one to share my burden,&lt;br /&gt;It had not always been like this,&lt;br /&gt;Where did things go wrong?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said tou loved me,&lt;br /&gt;I believed you and would have done anything to keep you beside me,&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to climb Mount.Everest and wade through the pacific ocean just to please you,&lt;br /&gt;I believed you were the greatest thing that's ever happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;Now,you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it means?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how committed I was to this love?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how hard I tried to make it work?&lt;br /&gt;You simply did not give me time to prove myself,&lt;br /&gt;You want to go,and go you will.But......If I let you go,will you still recall my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;As you wrap yourself in another's arms?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how it felt to be in my arms?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how contented you were when you were in my arms?&lt;br /&gt;Would remember how strong my muscles felt around you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how my shoulder was a rest for you in times of distress?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how hard it was for you to leave my arms for even a minute?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember,If I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you go,&lt;br /&gt;As he places a kiss on your lips before rushing off to work,&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how deep my kisses were?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how alive you felt?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember that I took time to satisfy your yearnings?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how lost you felt the moment I tilted yuor face up?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how you would melt the moment I touched your lips?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how weak your knees turned the moment I kissed you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember,If I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you go,&lt;br /&gt;As you lie on his bed,beside him,&lt;br /&gt;Would you recall how good it felt to be near me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how good I tasted when you licked me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you recall how sweet my hair smelled when you buried your face in it?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how glad I made you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember,If I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you go,&lt;br /&gt;As you tread life's untrod paths,&lt;br /&gt;As you walk with him,as you feel insecure,&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember that it wasn't always like that?&lt;br /&gt;Would you accept the blame or heap it on me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember how confident and courageous you were near me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you recall how madly you wanted me beside you each day?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember and bless my soul?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember,If I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you go,&lt;br /&gt;As you lie all,all alone in your bed,&lt;br /&gt;With no one to hold you,no one to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;As the shadows frighten you,as the meowing cats scare the hell out of you,&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember that you brought it on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember that shadows held no fear when you were near me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you recall that the cats' meowing were music when you nwere in my arms?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember that darkness held no fear the moment I kissed you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you remember,If I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you wanted to leave,&lt;br /&gt;That you were yired of this relationship,&lt;br /&gt;That you've had enough of this love,&lt;br /&gt;You were not afraid to break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't feel any remorse when you said it,&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure stones are not in the place of hearts ion your chest?&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to know that I couldn't make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to this,&lt;br /&gt;But someone said, "If you love a thing,set it free...",&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to respect your decision,&lt;br /&gt;Because of my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;I bid you farewell with tears.&lt;br /&gt;Yet one request will I ask of thee,deny me not the request,&lt;br /&gt;IF I LET YOU GO. . .WILL YOU STILL REMEMBER ME???.&lt;br /&gt;Please do,because. . .I have decided to let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-8630742563849740815?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/8630742563849740815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-let-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/8630742563849740815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=174358"&gt;miggyboy16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize it can be happen,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think it is possible,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize you can do that to me,&lt;br /&gt;it's sad but it's true.,&lt;br /&gt;it was my mistake yet i love you..&lt;br /&gt;i keep on pretending that i didn't saw wat youve done to me,&lt;br /&gt;i hide the all the pain that you've given me,&lt;br /&gt;i cried every night, cause i don't want you see me cryin in mornin,,&lt;br /&gt;i always look happy when we see each other, yet my heart is crying cause i see you with other,,&lt;br /&gt;i know i'am fool, but can't you feel it?..&lt;br /&gt;i know everything, i know who you flirt every night, i know every single thing that you're do'in to crashed my heart..&lt;br /&gt;but yet..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still here..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you. . cause i really love you, though you love and treat me as a toy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-3097195836722729144?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/3097195836722729144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-treat-me-like-toy-by-miggyboy16-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/3097195836722729144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/3097195836722729144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-treat-me-like-toy-by-miggyboy16-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-4876126781622207477</id><published>2009-03-04T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:29:26.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Becuz Of U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Becuz Of U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=180541"&gt;Theone2hot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic005.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt;  You cheated on me twice,&lt;br /&gt;That's one to many times.&lt;br /&gt;You thought you could deceive me,&lt;br /&gt;With all your foolish lies.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something baby&lt;br /&gt;Did u really think I'd believe you??&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be crazy ,&lt;br /&gt;You cant get away with see Two.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to at first,&lt;br /&gt;But its time I admit.&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart I was crying,&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard not to show it.&lt;br /&gt;you have someone knew, I know your glad,&lt;br /&gt;but u lost a good thing, the best you ever had.&lt;br /&gt;u say you love me, whatever! you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Why do things always go Wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Like they say: "life aint fair"&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you mess it up?&lt;br /&gt;After these past two years.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember what we went through?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, kisses, laughter, and the tears?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it didnt mean much,&lt;br /&gt;Not to you but only to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now its all gotta end,&lt;br /&gt;cuz you won't do nothing but cheat.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that things were different,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you had changed,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong again,&lt;br /&gt;You are still playing games.&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart one last time,&lt;br /&gt;I know now that you'll never be mine&lt;br /&gt;you took my heart, right from my chest,&lt;br /&gt;When you knew I gave you all of my best.&lt;br /&gt;You had your little friend, that torn us in two&lt;br /&gt;you should have came to the one, that one who really loves you&lt;br /&gt;Whether you admit he did or you don't,&lt;br /&gt;I won't let myself care no more,&lt;br /&gt;I've told myself I won't.&lt;br /&gt;I came to your house, and asked you not to leave&lt;br /&gt;I cried my heart out ,and got on one knee.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever makes you happy, being with him&lt;br /&gt;and not with me ,you won't be&lt;br /&gt;my wife ,not in your so-called I love you dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-4876126781622207477?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/4876126781622207477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/becuz-of-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4876126781622207477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4876126781622207477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/03/becuz-of-u.html' title='Becuz Of U'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-4067317702664272969</id><published>2009-02-24T00:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:49:58.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>brokenhearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(148, 8, 8);   font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;font-size:24px;"&gt;brokenhearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64);   font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=180603" style="font-family: verdana; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(181, 53, 53); "&gt;loyalty504&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic013.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="spacing" style="line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each day dat passes i wish  dat it was u i was living each day with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's tearing me up n side 2 know dat ur no longer n ma life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im brokenhearted ova luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im brokenhearted ova kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im brokenhearted ova making luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  and im broenhearted everytime i hear a love song playing on tha radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every tear that falls from ma eyes it brings pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  baby i hurt constantly day and night wondering what did gee do wrong to make u just turn around walk away and forget about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everytime i lay ma body down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  im brokenhearted cus ur tha last person on ma mind b 4 i close ma eyes 2 sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everytime i c a couple im brokenhearted cus it reminds me of us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-4067317702664272969?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/4067317702664272969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/brokenhearted.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4067317702664272969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4067317702664272969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/brokenhearted.html' title='brokenhearted'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7026873821935815528</id><published>2009-02-23T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:06:56.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>Heart, Mind &amp; Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(148, 8, 8); font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Heart, Mind &amp;amp; Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=179407" style="font-family: verdana; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(181, 53, 53); "&gt;Adgate3165&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic019.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="spacing" style="line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart still loves you deeply, my mind says walk away, my soul doesn't know what to do and my pain won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my heart you stand before me, in mind you are out the door, in my souls I try to find the peace to set myself at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart, my mind, my soul pull me three different ways. My heart wants to be with you, my mind says walk away, my soul is telling me to leave this pain and quilcky run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who do I listen to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I stay or leave this pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my mind is right, but how do I tell my heart? When my heart finally understand, will my soul still have the strength to stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-7026873821935815528?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/7026873821935815528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-mind-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7026873821935815528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7026873821935815528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-mind-soul.html' title='Heart, Mind &amp; Soul'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7936295299004115802</id><published>2009-02-23T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:21:07.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>my Valentine blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(151, 47, 47); font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;my Valentine blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=165742" style="font-family: verdana; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(73, 107, 55); "&gt;beadsnbeauty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="spacing" style="line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dreaming of chantilly lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rememberring his pretty boy face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;listening to ella paying her dues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;belting out my Valentine blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wondering the thoughts in his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stamping fleur-de-lis in red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reading his words of fine craft in print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wishing I could see him in Franklin Mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contemplating his fiery Italian charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanting to lick up his arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smoldering deep within my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anticipating hymn once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-7936295299004115802?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/7936295299004115802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7936295299004115802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7936295299004115802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine-blues.html' title='my Valentine blues'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-6462877981983631541</id><published>2009-02-12T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:42:49.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jomblo Itu keren lho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mendingan jomblo daripada maksiat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secara bahasa, menurut Kamus Besar Bahasa Indonesia, jomblo itu artinya perempuan tua yang nggak laku-laku alias perawan tuwir. Tapi seiring berjalannya waktu, terjadi perluasan makna pada kata jomblo. Kini, jomblo diartikan sebagai julukan “trendy” buat mereka (baik cowok maupun cewek) yang masih nyorangan alias single, belum punya pacar, atau belum punya soulmate. Pokoknya masih enak nyendiri aja (atau memang situnya belum ada yang ngajak jalan barengan?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sob, dari hari ke hari opini media yang memojokkan para jomblo semakin tak terkendali. Remaja kian diarahkan untuk berani mengekspresikan rasa sukanya kepada lawan jenis dengan berpacaran. Setel tayangan-tayangan sinetron di tipi, tiap hari ngajarin cinta-cintaan yang tolol, manja, sekuler dan ah.. pokoknya geblek deh. Belum lagi ditambah acara-acara gosiptaintment yang menjamur dimana-mana bak cendawan di musim hujan, membuat permasalahan cinta menjadi problem utama dalam hidup manusia. Kedekatan seorang selebritis dengan lawan jenis dikupas habis dengan bumbu sana-sini yang macem-macem, bahkan hal yang sebenernya sepele pun diekspos ke publik. Aksi “penembakan” yang dilakukan remaja diabadikan dalam “Katakan Cinta”. Cinta yang muncul dalam waktu singkat pun ada di “Cinta Lokasi”. Perselingkuhan di antara mereka sampai-sampai diadukan ke “Detektif H2C” atau dengan pembuktian lewat “Playboy Kabel”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Parahnya, remaja mengkomsumsi semua tayangan diatas setiap minggu bahkan setiap hari. Seolah-olah mereka membiarkan reality show itu mencuci otaknya, sehingga dapat dengan gampang teraplikasikan dalam kehidupan sehari-harinya. Cinta… cinta… dan cinta… Tiada hari tanpa ngobrolin cinta. Otomatis secara psikologis ada beban tersendiri dalam perkembangan jiwa mereka. Malu binti nggak pede dalam kesendiriannya. Merasa terkucilkan disaat kebanyakan temen-temennya udah pada punya gebetan meski baru usia belasan tahun. Pengaruh media kini telah mendorong murid-murid SMP untuk Saatnya Mencari Pacar juga. Waaa… bisa berabe euy lamun kieu mah!&lt;/p&gt; Maaf-maaf, bukannya kita mau membudidayakan status jomblo. Bukannya mau ngelarang temen-temen jomblo untuk nyari pasangan. Bukan juga mengajak para jomblo untuk tabbatul (membujang, red). Tapi kalo upaya pelucutan label jomblo selalu berujung pada aktivitas pacaran, mendingan tetep istiqomah aja menyandang status jomblo. Seperti pepatah bilang, biar jomblo asal selamat dari aktivitas maksiat. Setuju?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-6462877981983631541?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/6462877981983631541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/jomblo-itu-keren-lho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6462877981983631541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6462877981983631541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/jomblo-itu-keren-lho.html' title='Jomblo Itu keren lho!'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-7700370324793457846</id><published>2009-02-12T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:40:39.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine????No Way</title><content type='html'>Bulan Februari sudah datang kembali membawa iklim segar yang dingin. Bagi kebanyakan orang, hari yang paling ditunggu-tunggu di bulan ini adalah hari yang jatuh setiap tanggal 14 Februari, yaitu hari Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Merayakan Valentine’s Day sangat digandrungi oleh kaum remaja (bahkan remaja kolot juga). Pada hari itu banyak orang mencoba untuk menunjukkan cintanya kepada keluarga, kerabat karib atau orang-orang yang sangat dikasihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, kebanyakan ucapan kasih sayang ini lebih dominan ditujukan buat Sang Pacar. Dan biasanya isi dari ungkapan sayangnya tuh sentimentil berat, penuh rayuan gombalis bahkan ada ucapan yang menjurus ke tindakan bodoh yang tak senonoh. Selain ngirim kartu ucapan, banyak juga yang ngirim hadiah dalam bentuk kado, seperti Cupid Doll, karangan bunga, kotak berhias kembang gula atau gambar-gambar fantasi cinta. Dan yang paling khas adalah ngirim coklat berbentuk hati. Nggak cukup sampe disini, perayaan Valentine Day belum sreg tanpa mengadakan pestaphora, seperti pesta dansa ria diiringi lagu-lagu cinta dan sejenisnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Various definition for Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The date of the modern celebration, February 14, is believe to derive the execution of a Christian martyr, Saint valentine, on February 14, 270.” &lt;/em&gt;¹&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tanggal 14 Februari itu adalah perayaan modern yang berasal dari hari dihukum matinya seorang martir atau pahlawan Kristen, yaitu Santo Valentine pada tanggal 14 Februari 270 Masehi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A day on which lovers traditionally exchange affectionate messages and gifts. It observed on February 14, the date on which Saint Valentine was martyred.”&lt;/em&gt; ²&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sebuah hari dimana orang yang sedang dilanda cinta secara tradisional saling mengirimkan pesan cinta dan hadiah-hadiah. Hari itu diperingati pada tanggal 14 Februari dimana Santo Valentine mengalami martir (seseorang mati sebagai pahlawan karena mempertahankan kepercayaan atau keyakinan).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The Saint Valentine who is spoken as the apposite Rhaetia and venerated in Passau as its first bishop…”&lt;/em&gt; ³&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Santo Valentine yang disebutkan itu adalah seorang utusan dari Rhaetia dan dimuliakan di Passau sebagai Uskup yang pertama.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;¹ Encyclopedia Americana volume XIII, page 464&lt;br /&gt;² Encyclopaedia Americana Volume XXVII, page 860&lt;br /&gt;³ Encyclopaedia Britannica Volume XIV, page 949&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine Day in history&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sejak dulu di kota Roma pada abad ke 4 SM, perayaan kasih sayang itu sudah ada. Tanggal dan bulannya pun tetap sama sampe sekarang. Namun dulu perayaannya nggak dinamakan Valentine Day, karena perayaan kasih sayang itu sebenarnya untuk menghormati dewa mereka yang bernama &lt;strong&gt;Lupercus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Perayaan yang berbentuk upacara itu diselingi penarikan undian dalam rangka mencari pasangan. Dengan menarik gulungan kertas yang bertuliskan nama, para gadis akan mendapatkan pasangannya kemudian mereka menikah untuk jangka waktu setahun. Sesudah itu, mereka bisa ditinggalkan begitu saja. Dan kalau sudah sendiri, mereka menuliskan namanya lagi untuk dimasukkan ke kotak undian pada upacara tahun berikutnya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kegiatan rutin seperti itu sudah dilakukan kurang lebih 800 tahun lamanya. Dan ketika Katolik mulai berkembang pada waktu itu, para pemimpin gereja ingin ambil andil dalam perayaan tersebut, sehingga untuk mensiasatinya, mereka mencari seorang Santo (Orang suci untuk agama Katolik) sebagai pengganti dewa kasih sayang, Lupercus. Mereka menemukan calon pengganti Lupercus yaitu &lt;strong&gt;Santo Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;, seorang Uskup yang tewas sebagai martir sekitar 200 tahun sebelum masa itu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alasan untuk memilih Santo Valentine sebagai pengganti dewa Lupercus pada hari kasih sayang, nggak terlepas dari riwayat si Santo itu sendiri. Konon, ia dihukum mati Kaisar Claudius II karena melanggar dekritnya. Tahun 270 SM, kekaisaran Roma memerlukan sejumlah tentara. Sang Kaisar mengeluarkan dekrit yang melarang perkawinan. Sebab, dengan perkawinan, sang tentara dikuatirkan bakal nggak bersemangat dalam perang. Ia akan teringat terus keluarga yang ditinggalkan. Tapi Uskup Valentine berusaha menolong pasangan yang sedang jatuh cinta dan ingin membentuk keluarga. Pasangan yang menikah lalu diberkati di tempat yang tersembunyi. Namun praktek itu akhirnya ketahuan juga, lantas Santo Valentine pun dihukum pancung.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lonekeep.com/lki_home/St%20Valentine.gif" border="0" height="298" width="243" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santo Valentine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oleh karena dasar itulah Sang Santo dipilih menggantikan kedudukan dewa kasih sayangnya orang Roma, Lupercus. Sebab menurut mereka, peranan Uskup Valentine kepada Sang pecinta amat besar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sesuai perkembangan, siasat pemimpin gereja katolik itu nampaknya berhasil dengan sukses. Soalnya upacara kasih sayang tersebut jadi semacam rutinitas ritual yang bagi mereka wajib dirayakan. Dan untuk mencairkan kesan formalnya, mereka membungkusnya melalui hiburan-hiburan atau pesta-pesta yang pada saat itu nampaknya sudah amat sangat memprihatinkan. Karena dengan cara tersebut, banyak remaja-remaja yang terjebak pada pola perayaan awal hari kasih sayang. Seperti melakukan hubungan seks sesuka hatinya, gonta-ganti pasangan semaunya. Apalagi di zaman sekarang yang serba instan, serba cepat dan pokoknya serba serbi deh. Dikuatirkan pola tersebut semakin mendarah daging di benak khalayak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Patut diingat, yang membedakan antara cinta dengan seks adalah cinta berasal dari hati nurani sedang seks berasal dari nafsu birahi. Dan semua yang mereka lakukan itu sebenarnya bukan lagi didasari oleh kasih sayang, tetapi hawa nafsu belaka.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine dalam perspektif Islam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sebagai generasi muslim modern yang intelek, kita mesti kritis dalam melihat suatu persoalan. Nggak level dong kalo cuma ikut-ikutan aja, itu sama aja dengan kebo yang dicocok hidungnya. Kita harus tahu dulu gimana agama memandangnya? Apa untung ruginya secara akal dan mental? Termasuk untuk masalah yang satu ini, kita harus bisa &lt;em&gt;thinking smart&lt;/em&gt; alias berpikir cerdas, gitchu..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yang namanya cinta itu adalah fitrah dan anugerah yang diberikan Allah buat manusia. Rasulullah SAW juga menganjurkan kita untuk memberikan cinta dan kasih sayangnya kepada sesama manusia. Hanya saja, pengertian cinta dan kasih sayang yang dianjurkan Rasulullah SAW bukan seperti perayaan hari valentinan yang cuma memfokuskan cinta pada lawan jenis dan cenderung mengumbar hawa nafsu. Akan tetapi kasih sayang yang esensinya lebih hakiki. Seperti kasih sayang kepada ortu, adik, kakak, isteri atau suami dan saudara sesama muslim. Nggak cuma segitu, anda bahkan harus menyayangi hewan, tumbuh-tumbuhan dan lingkungan. Pokoke kasih sayang seorang Muslim tuh sungguh komplit dan penuh manfaat, sob!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kalo kita tarik garis lurus dari sejarah yang sudah saya kupas tadi, sebenarnya valentinan itu merupakan bagian dari acara keagamaan umat nasrani. Bagi kita umat Islam, melibatkan simpati terhadap kegiatan dan perayaan agama lain dibatasi kedalamannya. Bahkan kalo bersandar pada pedoman aqidah yang hakiki, kita musti tegas pada prinsip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lakum diinukum waliyadiin.. Bagimu agamamu, bagiku agamaku..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dan ingat nasihat Rasulullah SAW ini :&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Barang siapa meniru suatu kaum, maka ia termasuk kaum itu.”&lt;/em&gt; (HR. Abu Daud dan sanadnya diperkuat oleh Ibnu Taimiyah).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, generasi muda muslim jelas harus menolak! Menolak bukan berarti memusuhi, melecehkan atau mengucilkan. Bukan, bukan. Gimanapun juga Islam menekankan toleransi antar pemeluk beragama. Hanya bukan dengan dalih toleransi kita ikut merayakan kepercayaan agama lain. Jadi, kita sebagai muslim nggak boleh turut merayakan valentine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kalo anda sangat menghargai nilai keimanan dan bercermin pada aqidah, mendingan nggak usah ikut-ikutan deh. Lagian ngapain sih kasih sayang dipestain segala? Di zaman sekarang, &lt;em&gt;Valentine’s Day is Business Deal&lt;/em&gt;. Valentine’s Day tuh udah dijadiin akal-akalan si produsen bisnis yang hanya memedulikan untung materi, soal moral itu urusan orang lain, pikir mereka.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baiklah, kembali ke laptop…  &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":mrgreen:" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sebelum sang pastur Valentine dipenggal batang lehernya, ajaran Allah SWT dari Adam AS sampe Muhammad SAW sudah mengutamakan konsep kasih sayang dalam lika-liku syi’arnya. Kasih sayang akan tetap berpijar terang dalam hati nurani apabila tertanam niat yang ikhlas. Terpelihara selamanya. Jadi, bukan hanya “hidup” atau “dihidupkan” untuk satu hari saja. Yang divisualisasikan dengan bermacam-macam cara meriah yang cenderung hura-hura dan mubazir. Tak jarang perayaan valentine ini diselewengkan untuk hal-hal berbau negatif dan maksiat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eh, kesannya nih sehabis bervalentine, kasih sayang yang semula diagung-agungkan itu bakal terlupakan atau malah dilupakan. Bukankah itu sebuah kamuflase? Sebuah kasih sayang tanpa akar keikhlasan. Sayang sekali…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dan untuk masalah cinta ini nggak bakalan ada deh yang nandingin Rasulullah SAW. Sebab, Beliau tuh begitu mencintai kita sebagai umatnya dan ingin sekali melepaskan kita dari siksa abadi api neraka. Beliau rela berkorban apa saja untuk berdakwah menyelamatkam umatnya. Tulusnya kasih sayang beliau kepada kita sampai diabadikan Allah SWT dalam Al-Qur’an Surat At-taubah ayat 128.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sungguh telah datang kepadamu seorang Rasul dari kaummu sendiri, berat terasa olehnya penderitaanmu, sangat menginginkan (keimanan dan keselamatan) bagimu, amat belas kasihan lagi penyayang terhadap orang-orang mukmin.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-7700370324793457846?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/7700370324793457846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentineno-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7700370324793457846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/7700370324793457846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentineno-way.html' title='Valentine????No Way'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-650529393904424269</id><published>2009-02-12T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:36:14.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makna Cinta ala Khalil Gibran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bagi Gibran cinta mengarahkan manusia pada Allah, dan karena cinta pula Allah mempertemukan diri-Nya kepada manusia. Lantaran itu dalam pandangan Gibran cinta sesungguhnya adalah cinta atas nama Allah dan cinta kepada Allah itu sendiri, karena segala sesuatu adalah pantulan dan imanensi dari Sang Mahacinta. Cinta kepada yang lain selain Allah, tetapi atas nama dan di dasarkan pada Allah akan membawa manusia dan alam semesta kepada persekutuan dengan Allah. Hal ini terungkap jelas dalam tulisannya yang berjudul Cinta Keindahan Kesunyian, (Yogyakarta, Bentang Budaya, 1999, hal. 72-74)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Cinta membimbingku mendekati-Mu namun kemudian kegelisahan membawaku menjauhinya. Aku telah meninggalkan pembaringanku, cinta, karena takut pada hantu kelupaan yang bersembunyi di balik selimut kantuk. Bangun, bangun, cintaku, dan dengarkan aku. Aku mendengarkan-Mu, kekasihku! Aku mendengar panggilan-Mu dari dalam lautan dan merasakan kelembutan sayap-sayap-Mu. Aku telah menginggalkan pembaringanku dan berjalan di atas rerumputan. Embun malam membasahi kaki dan keliman pakaianku, di sini aku berdiri di bawah bunga-bunga pohon Almond, memperhatikan ruh-Mu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Gibran tidak hanya menekankan cinta sebagai dasar hubungan antara manusia dengan Allah, tetapi lebih jauh dari itu melalui dan dalam cinta manusia diarahkan, dituntun sampai pada tahap akhirnya hidup dalam persekutuan dengan Allah. Cinta melampaui keterbatasan manusia, menembus ruang fisik dan berjumpa dengan Allah. Dengan demikian cinta ditempatkan Gibran sebagai bentuk hubungan terpenting dan tertinggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Agar sampai pada persekutuan dengan Allah melalui Cinta, bagi Gibran cinta itu harus berangkat dari peran manusia yang kongkret dalam kodrat kemanusiaan dan potensi-potensinya yang lebih jauh dan luas. Dalam Triloginya Sang Nabi, Taman Sang Nabi, dan Suara Sang Guru (Yogyakarta, Pustaka Sastra, 2004, hal 212) dengan jelas Gibran menggambarkan tentang hal tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Kalian orang-orang beriman yang dapat menemukan adanya suatu dasar untuk kemajuan seluruh umat manusia dalam sifat baik manusia, dan bahwa dalam diri manusia terdapat tangga kesempurnaan yang menuju Roh Kudus? Jika kalian dapat berlaku demikian, maka kalian akan seperti bunga bakung di taman kebenaran yang abadi harumnya baik tersimpan dihirup manusia atau tersapu oleh angin lalu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hal senada dikatakan Gibran dalamSemua Karena Cinta (Yogyakarta, Narasi, 2005, hal. 54)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Hidup tanpa cinta bagaikan sebatang pohon yang kokoh berdiri namun dahannya kering, tanpa dihiasi buah ataupun bunga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sejalan dengan pandangan mistik agama samawi, bagi Gibran persatuan Allah dan manusia tidak hanya terjadi dalam cinta yang meluap-luap dan berkobar-kobar kepada Allah dalam ekstase. Gibran lebih memandang pengalaman mistik dari aspek etika. Pengalaman mistik dalam pandangan Gibran tidak berarti melarikan diri dari tugas dan tanggungjawab hidup di dunia ini, dengan menyingkir untuk masuk dalam ekstase kebahagiaan untuk diri sendiri saja, membelakangi dunia serta melupakan segala penderitaan hidup diri sendiri maupun orang lain. Baginya mistisisme yang hanya mementingkan diri sendiri adalah egoisme alias pengingkaran terhadap kodrat manusia. Gibran menekankan bahwa relasi cinta antara Allah dan manusia baru akan menjadi nyata bila melimpah ke dunia dalam wujud cinta kepada sesama. Ini harus terjadi bukan dengan kata-kata, melainkan dalam belas kasihan dan kurban diri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wujud tertinggi dari cinta bagi Gibran adalah terlibat atau melibatkan diri dalam dunia; dan bentuk keterlibatan itu dimaknai oleh Gibran dengan kerja. Kerja atau pekerjaan adalah satu-satunya wujud relasi manusia dengan Allah dalam dunia, sebagai sebuah bentuk kurban diri yang kongkret. Kerja yang dimaksudkan Gibran tidak hanya melibatkan daya fisik tetapi juga pikiran dan perasaan manusia. Melalui kerja manusia dapat mewujudkan dirinya sebagai individu. Dengan bekerja manusia dapat melebur dalam persatuan dengan sesama, dan dengan bekerja pula manusia dapat menjumpai Allah di dalam alam semesta. Hal ini dilukiskan Gibran dalam Triloginya (hal.28-29)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"...aku berkata bahwa hidup memang kegelapan, jika tanpa hasrat dan keinginan. Dan semua hasrat-keinginan adalah buta, jika tidak disertai pengetahuan. Dan segala pengetahuan adalah hampa, jika tidak diikuti pekerjaan. Dan setiap pekerjaan akan sia-sia, jika tidak disertai cinta. Bekerja dengan rasa cinta, berarti kalian sedang menyatukan diri dengan diri kalian sendiri, dengan diri-diri orang lain - dan kepada Allah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Gibran meyakini bahwa kerja merupakan dimensi mendasar hidup manusia di dunia. Latar belakang pemikirannya adalah karena manusia ialah citra Allah, juga karena perintah yang diterima dari Penciptanya untuk menaklukkan dan menguasai dunia. Bagi Gibran semua perkerjaan manusia harus berorientasi pada cinta. Karena kerja yang berlandaskan pada cinta, maka melalui kerja atau pekerjaan manusia tidak hanya mengubah kodrat, tetapi juga mewujudkan dirinya sendiri dan membangun masyarakat keluarga dan bangsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bagi Gibran cinta tidak punya makna selain mewujudkan maknanya sendiri. Cinta tidak memberikan apa-apa pada manusia, kecuali keseluruhan dirinya, dan cintapun tidak mengambil apa-apa dari manusia, kecuali dari dirinya sendiri. Cinta tidak memiliki atau dimiliki, karena telah cukup untuk cinta. Namun jika manusia mencintai dengan hasrat dan keinginan, maka manusia harus meluluhkan diri, mengalir di dalamnya, dan terlibat. Hanya saja dalam kehidupan manusia cinta yang sempurna tidak dapat ditemukan. Kehidupan adalah tabir kegelapan, berkerudung dan bercadar. Melalui dan dalam cinta manusia senantiasa digiatkan untuk melakukan pencarian makna kehidupan dengan mengamalkan cinta kasih, tetapi kesempurnaan cinta hanya ada dan dimiliki oleh Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Apabila kalian mencinta, janganlah berkata: "Allah ada di dalam hatiku" tetapi sebaliknya kalian merasa: "Aku berada di dalam Allah" Dan jangan kalian mengira bahwa kalian dapat menentukan arah cinta, karena cinta apabila telah menjatuhkan pilihan pada kalian, dialah yang akan menentukan perjalanan hidup cinta." (Trilogi hal.14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dalam kehidupan, manusia tidak mampu mengukur kualitas cinta, sebab kepenuhan cinta sesungguhnya adalah Allah itu sendiri. Allah adalah awal dan akhir kehidupan, Allah adalah cinta, maka hanya dalam dan melalui cinta manusia berjalan dan mengarahkan dirinya kepada Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-650529393904424269?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/650529393904424269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/makna-cinta-ala-khalil-gibran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/650529393904424269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/650529393904424269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/makna-cinta-ala-khalil-gibran.html' title='Makna Cinta ala Khalil Gibran'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-288994650445591027</id><published>2009-02-12T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:01:00.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Ideas'/><title type='text'>Ideas: Staying In - Theme Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;"LOST" Dinner  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend really likes the television show "Lost." For the season premiere, I decided to surprise him with a dinner that was based on the show. I had never seen the show myself, so I spent all day researching what kinds of foods the characters ate on the island. I made a ham steak to represent the boar that was hunted, I made my own DHARMA Initiative food labels for a can of green beans, a bottle of soda, and a box of dehydrated potatoes to make mashed potatoes, and I had labels for Apollo bars. I also made a fruit salad, and we drank our drinks out of coconut cups. I also printed a DHARMA symbol for the outside of the door. He was so surprised and loved all the thought and effort I had put into making this dinner from him!&lt;br /&gt;by Audrey&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5-Destination Dinner  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary last year and being the romantic man I am I wanted to make it special. After much thought, I came up with the idea of taking her on a trip...sort of!! I picked 5 places I thought might be romantic to her and I had a guy at my job print out these huge posters of romantic settings from those places. I picked Paris, Bermuda, Italy, and so on. I then put these on all 4 walls in 5 rooms in my house. After that I found restaurants close by that served food from that particular area and set up a dinning experience for that place. So we had dinner, in Paris while looking at the view from the Eiffel Tower. I even bought reflective stars to place on the ceiling, I mean it was awesome. It was a lot of work but definitely worth every minute because my sweetie is so so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by De'lon Allen&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;70's Night of Romance  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I ran a bubble bath for my girlfriend, while she was busy in the bath, I replaced the bulbs in the basement with black light bulbs and I also brought in a black light lamp. I put a mattress on the floor with a white sheet over it. I also had a bunch of fluorescent markers and plenty of paper. The mood was set! When she came downstairs, I put on Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. She was really surprised to see what I'd done. We spent the whole night writing on each other, on the bed, writing notes to each other on the pieces of paper, and enjoying each other under the glow of the black lights. It was a night to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jack&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Garden Enclosed  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our honeymoon, my husband and I read part of the Song of Solomon to each other before consecrating the marriage. So for our first anniversary I recreated the evening with a little twist. In the story, the woman invites the man into her "garden". So I did just that. I put a chocolate key (that I got at the dollar store near Valentine’s Day) into my husband’s lunch with an invitation to "come into my garden," and a tag on the key that stated that it was the key to unlock the door. (“Here is the key to a garden enclosed, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed." -- Song of Solomon) Then I decorated our home to look like a garden by putting vines around the doorframes and filling it with flowers. To add to the garden-like atmosphere, I lit incense (with flower fragrance) and played one of those nature cds in the background. I then laid waiting for him in our bed sprinkled with flower petals wearing only three flowers in places (I am sure you can guess where). I encourage you and your spouse to read the book together, in parts. It’s very romantic and may inspire a few ideas of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A New Country  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing we could not afford a romantic getaway, I decided to bring the world to my Significant Other. I used my computer and created a country, with him the king, of course, created a language, some laws, designed some money, created a passport with a VISA to this country, designed a visitor's book detailing all of this. Then I created a "You are entering" type of sign and put it up in the room that was transformed into another country. Low lights, tinsel (from Christmas), candles, a crown. The day before the "occasion" he was given a passport to this country along with clothing instructions (would not want to stick out (pun intended) in the crowd. When he got up in the morning he showered, dressed in his bright red robe and entered the pearl beaded entranceway to another world. There I fed him grapes, poured drinks, massaged and pampered him the entire day. No TV, just soft music and total focus on him. The "king" tipped royally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Angel&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Night On The Roof  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our favorite little apartment by the sea that we rent from time to time but to avoid the monotony, we took our bed and some candles up to the roof. It was the perfect night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Coffee&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Ring Of Fire  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the following things ready: a big circle of candles, blindfold, flower petals that spell out "I love you!", some music that the 2 of you like, and a piece of paper with 101 things that you love about the person. Now before your love walks in the door blindfold them and stand them in the circle of candles and as you light them say things like, “This is for every kiss,” “This is for our love,” etc. until the last candle is lit. Take off their blindfold and at that moment give them the 101 reasons why you love them and place on the music that is special to the two of you. This is a very romantic way to start the night with your love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Moonraven&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Shared Treasure Hunt  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago my boyfriend had to work till late in the evening so I decided to surprise him with a treasure hunt. I had some nice envelopes and stationary and left clues all around the house. The house was dark, and silent. The first clue was taped to the front door for when he arrived. I included a book of matches and the rules of the game. I offered hints for the price of a kiss and a message that read, "Follow the clues to light your way." The first clue also included a small candle for him to light. I hid wine glasses, a chilled bottle of our favorite wine, chocolate to share, and a couple of little gifts for him. As he found the items, he had small tasks to complete...like choosing a song and dancing with me, sharing a glass of wine with me, things like that. With each clue I included a candle for him to light, after he had found all the clues and lit all the candles and turned on the music and opened the wine and fed me the chocolate it really enhanced the mood. Needless to say the evening was perfect and unforgettable. He still has all of the clues and even the matchbook (four years later!) and every now and then we run across them and it still makes him smile.&lt;br /&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Trail Of Love  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your better half gets home have a note outside the entry door with some directions on it, telling him/her what to do as they enter the house. Have a trail of notes in places that you know they will go to, giving them more directions. In the notes you tell them to take off clothes, shoes, etc... follow the trail of rose petals you have placed on the floor leading to whatever room you plan on being intimate in. Have the room decorated with some type of arrangements that will lead you up to the moment to dance for your partner. Make sure you have lit candles and sexy dancing music playing. Hide in a room until your partner has followed ALL directions. Then you come out and do your thing. What a night to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Renee Moore&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A trip to Hawaii in your bedroom  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband had a wonderful evening planned for me one night after a stressful day of tending the children I walked into our bedroom and was amazed to find a tropical paradise. He had gone to a local party supply place and bought a cardboard palm tree, a sign that said Aloah, alot of plastic lae, Bananas coconuts,and pineapples from the grocery store. He told me to sit on the bed and we watched a travel video about Hawaii, ate cut up pineapple and he gave me a massage with tropical oil. It was a wonderful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Natalie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-288994650445591027?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/288994650445591027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-staying-in-theme-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/288994650445591027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/288994650445591027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-staying-in-theme-ideas.html' title='Ideas: Staying In - Theme Ideas'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-6700582769038016873</id><published>2009-02-12T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:59:23.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Ideas'/><title type='text'>Ideas: In The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Intimate Look at the City  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fiancée and I live in the Chicago suburbs. We went into the city one weekend to meet up with friends and decided to get a hotel room for the Friday evening. After grabbing a bite to eat, we went out to the Lake Michigan shoreline. We were snacking on food and talking when she pulled a wine bottle and two glasses out of an oversized bag. As the sun set and the lights came up on the shoreline we toasted a great start to a fun weekend. I was speechless the walk back to the hotel. I had been to downtown on many dates, but never one that was as nice as that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;City Lights Anniversary  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our first year anniversary and I wasn't planning anything because money was tight. So on the day of our anniversary, and to my complete surprise, he told me to be ready at around 5pm. I got ready and he came and picked me up. He told me that I had to be blindfolded to our destination. The drive took forever. We finally got to where he wanted me and took my blindfold off. It was in the middle of Manhattan, NY (Times Square). I was so surprised! Believe it or not, we live about 45 minutes away from Manhattan, and this was our first time going there together! We spent the rest of the night just walking around, shopping a little bit, getting our picture taken, eating dinner, and then my favorite was riding on a horse driven carriage. It was by far the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dancing to Violins  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of our one-year anniversary, my boyfriend came and picked me up at my house and took me to this gorgeous building, downtown. Once inside, he took me to the dance floor. It was all wood and very ornate; gorgeous! The next thing I know, I hear violin music playing! A friend of his knows how to play the violin and came and played some of our special songs while we danced. It was so special. Just him and I on the dance floor was magical. Then he took me to dinner and on a carriage ride around Downtown. It was the most memorable evening we've ever had. When I think of how much time and effort it took for him to plan this evening, it makes me love him even more!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;submitted&lt;/a&gt; by Heather&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escalator Kisses  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I have this custom while going on escalators: while on it, he often stands on the stair below mine so that he would appear shorter and could hug me around the waist, and I could hug him around the shoulders. Then he would crane up to kiss me on the chin or cheeks, and I would return by kissing him on the forehead or his cheeks. It's always fun and every time we see an escalator in front of us, no matter where we are, (shopping malls, train stations etc.), we can't wait to get on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Zana&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grocery Store Fun  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery shopping with your mate can be an experience from hell, but here's a tip. Visit your local card store and pick up three little cards that are about the size of your palm. On each one write something creative, example: I'll have something waiting for you when we get home or guess what I'm not wearing. While grocery shopping, slip him these tiny cards. I'm sure he'll be pleasantly surprised and you'll find how fast your grocery shopping gets done. Another good place for this idea is at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie Dates  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you go to the movies with your love, sit in the top row seats where the arm-rests can fold down and there aren't any people behind you. Then, you can snuggle all you want to without fear of offending somebody or being uncomfortable. This is especially nice when you go to see romantic movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Crystal&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;NYC by night  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perfect if you live in NYC, but if not, try to find something of the like. On their one year anniversary, my friend's boyfriend picked her up in a limo and drove around the city to the pier, where there was a yacht, which served a 3-4 course dinner. The yacht took them around the NYC skyline, and at night, this is the most incredible thing, and one of the most romantic. She went home, literally floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Annie&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New York Surprise  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I started dating when I was in Europe for a summer and he was back in the States. We both go to school in the Midwest, but he is originally from the suburbs of New York City. A week after I returned from Europe, we went to New York to meet his family, and he had set up a surprise for me: early in the day, while I was taking a nap, he went into the city to "set things up," while his friends entertained me. That night, we went out for dinner at an exquisite Indian restaurant, and then on a carriage ride around Central Park, then to see a Broadway musical, and at the end of the night, we didn't go back to the suburbs. Instead, we stayed at the Waldorf Astoria hotel, where he had already set up a bottle of champagne and two glasses. It was so romantic, and more than I could have ever dreamed of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parking Lot Romance  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have been married for almost 3 years and we want to be newlyweds forever. We've already found out that it’s easy to just take each other for granted and be too comfortable with what you have. To keep things spicy we're trying to keep impressing each other. One early morning, I went out to the car and next to it, with blue &amp;amp; pink chalk, I wrote in big letters on the pavement "Have a great day, Honey. I love you!" We live in an apartment complex so other people saw my message and when he left for work he had to do a double take. He loved it! He came back in and gave me the biggest hug and kiss! I could tell he wanted to stay. He's still thanking me and it’s been 1 1/2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;by Tanya&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proposal On The Expressway  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Blaunch, was not yet ready to get married to her boyfriend, but one day when we were driving along the expressway, our attention was caught by a billboard stating, "Blaunch, will you marry me? I love you so much... from Luis". She quickly called her boyfriend on her phone and said, "Yes, yes, yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Bambie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-6700582769038016873?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/6700582769038016873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-in-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6700582769038016873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6700582769038016873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-in-city.html' title='Ideas: In The City'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-4026436502055681181</id><published>2009-02-12T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:57:52.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Ideas'/><title type='text'>Ideas: Going Out - Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Cute Gesture  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just met a guy about a month ago and we went on a date. We would talk on the phone at night, and at school, we would meet each other at break and walk each other to our next class. One day, while we were walking in the halls to class, he asked me to hold his binder because he had to tie his shoe. I was watching him "pretend" to tie his shoe and was wondering why. Then I looked down at the binder that I was holding. On the front, on a piece of paper, it said "Will you go out with me?" There were little hearts everywhere and our intials joined with “+” all over. It was the cutest thing a guy did for me.&lt;br /&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Memorable Toast  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fiancé and I went to a 25th wedding anniversary a few days ago. I sneaked up to the bar while he was in the bathroom and got 2 glasses of the champagne the couple toasted each other with (the bartender was quite generous about it when I told him what I intended to do with it). When my fiancé got back, he saw the champagne sitting on the chair in front of him. I raised my glass and said, "To Erik. May our marriage be as happy as this couple's is and may it last twice as long.” We toasted each other then. He thought it was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt; by Shavon&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be a Little Creative  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend of 2 years and I recently went to a popular bar and grill for dinner. That night, they happened to have a balloon artist there making balloon sculptures for the kids. Well, my boyfriend excused himself to go to the bathroom, and when he came back, he handed me a yellow balloon daisy (my favorite flower) and a tiny red balloon ladybug (my favorite animal.) I had to give him a kiss for this sweet, creative gesture!&lt;br /&gt; by Lisa&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Concert beach ball  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any really big concert event, bring a beach ball and a permanent marker. Write love notes to your girl telling her how much you love her and how much she means. Then launch the ball into the crowd. You can both watch as people in the crowd keep the ball for a minute reading the messages before sending it back into the crowd. It's a great way to profess your love.&lt;br /&gt; by Lance&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;French Fries and Dress Up  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dressing up but I'm on a strict student budget and can't always afford expensive dinners out, so my boyfriend and I often dress up, me in a dress, him in a suit, then go to a fast food restaurant and each have a combo. Then we sometimes go 5 pin bowling (it's always cheaper) and finish up the night by going to the discount movie theatre. Or, you can always check your local paper for amateur theatre productions or elementary school band concerts or plays. It's important to play the part too; we often make up a story about our riches and go window-shopping downtown and talk about the things we are going to buy. You can't really do this if you're overly shy, you do get a lot of weird looks but it's totally worth it. They have been some of the most romantic nights I've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jennifer&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jar Of Ideas  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fiancee and I live in a small town where there is little to do, and when we would go out we would argue what there is to do and what to do. Now we have a date jar where we put in all our ideas for places to go and things to do and each week we pull out one slip and do whatever is on that slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Bridgette&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last-Minute Valentine's Day Dinner Reservations  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just forwarded this site that offers really great restaurant reservations for Valentine's Day dinner at the last minute for a fee. My husband couldn't help telling me and just got one. You can get a reservation for $40.00 at restaurants in New York, Los Angeles, or San Francisco. The website is &lt;a href="http://www.withoutreservations.biz/"&gt;Withreservations.biz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;May I See Your Tickets Please?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend called to invite me to a movie she was going to with some of her friends. I sadly informed her I couldn't make it. I then proceeded to buy the largest polar bear our mall had, and went to the theater a few minutes after the movie started. I asked one of the employees to pull her and her friends out of the theater to "check their tickets." When they went out one door, I went in the other and put the huge bear in her seat and sunk down in the seat next to it. Needless to say she was completely surprised and pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by mykal&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notice The Little Things  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night after I date I noticed that the fuel level in my girlfriend’s car was getting rather low. As she dropped me off at home, I asked her to call me the second she got home just so that I knew she got home safely. I also told her if she didn't call in 20 minutes I would come looking for her. It may only be a little thing, but all the small things count towards something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Allan&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sneaking Out  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to the movie theatre, while the movie is playing, tell your sweetie that you have to go to the bathroom. Instead, sneak outside and leave something in or on his car. For example: a card, flowers, putting a tape you made to start when he turns on the car... anything. After the movie is over and you go back to your car, he will find the surprise so act dumb like you don't know a thing. He'll love it.&lt;br /&gt; by Klyn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-4026436502055681181?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/4026436502055681181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-going-out-tips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4026436502055681181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4026436502055681181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-going-out-tips.html' title='Ideas: Going Out - Tips'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-9209334346894410540</id><published>2009-02-12T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:55:41.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Ideas'/><title type='text'>Ideas: Going Out - Setting The Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Night Planned For Passion  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store and bought blue roses (since he is a guy), Hershey's kisses (in the gold and silver wrapper), candles (scented) and bubble bath. Now, eating out is or can get boring, so I wanted to do something different. I made reservations at a restaurant where they have belly dancers. I also printed a poem for him off the computer. Now, after all of this I gave my friend a key to my apartment so she can set it up after I left. So, we went out to eat, he had no idea that I had a night filled with passion planned for him. When we got ready to leave the restaurant, I called my friend to run the bubble bath and light the candles. When he walked in, he had a poem on the coffee table with a rose on top of it (I teld him to stay there). I slipped on something sexy and got him. He walked into the room filled with rose pedals, Hershey kisses forming hearts with candles in the middle as well as the words, “Oh, I Love You, Q” on my black carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Kim Tumey&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Romantic Night Out For Him  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a car waiting to pick him up at work with the driver holding a sign with his name on it. The driver will then drive him to the hotel of your picking and give him the key and room number. Upon entering his room, he will find a suit and a note to get dressed and go back to the car. After he is dressed and leaves the room, you go into the room, unseen, and scatter rose petals all over the place and put champagne on ice. Have the candles and music ready to be turned on upon your return. Now it is time for you to get in your car and meet up with him at the restaurant he has been taken too. It is okay to be a little late because at this point he is wondering what is going on. You arrive in your sexy evening gown and a rose. Don't forget to put on some of his favorite perfume! After a romantic candle lit dinner, the two of you return to the car together and the driver takes you back to your hotel. Go up a little before him so you can turn on the music and light the candles. Also, run a hot bath with rose petals covering the surface of the water. When he arrives in the room romance him with all you have in you. He will never forget this night and may even plan a night to top yours.&lt;br /&gt; by Dee&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Special Invitation for Two  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy an invitation and give it to one of the customers that is going into where your honey works. In the invitation put your address (to make it more interesting) and the rest of the normal stuff. When your honey comes to the door have a candlelight dinner ready. Play a variety of love songs. Then take them to a secluded spot and watch the river or sunset. End the evening watching your favorite movie and cuddle. During the evening remember to tell them how much they mean to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beary Romantic Invite  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend doesn't go to my school and about 3 or 4 weeks before my prom he had been telling me about all these romantic ideas guys at his school were doing to ask their dates to prom. I must say I was envious. It was just a given we were going together… or so I thought. Then I received a huge box at school. They called me to the office and I had to carry it to my next class. My teacher let me open it. Inside was a sweet note saying how beautiful I was going to look at prom and he was the luckiest guy to have me on his arm. BUT inside the box was a teddy bear, he had made at Build-a-Bear workshop. When I squeezed the bear's hand my boyfriend's voice came on and said my name and asked me to prom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Trish&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buried Treasure  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my love to the beach for Valentine’s day. For a little spice, I took a small chest, wrote a poem on a heart shaped piece of paper, and placed it in the box. I also placed petals from a rose, candy hearts and a ring. I went to the beach before hand and buried the chest under the sand. When I took her to the beach later that night, I blindfolded her and took her to a spot where I had a blanket and some candles in the sand. After we ate, I told her to start digging with a plastic shovel and she found the chest. It was a very romantic night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Concert Surprise  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out that my favorite band was coming to town and would be only two blocks away from my dorm, I was bummed. I know that sounds funny, but I am a college freshmen and TOTALLY BROKE! My boyfriend told me that he had tried his hardest to get me tickets, but had no luck. Then on the night of the concert (which was also the last day of finals) he showed up at my dorm room with red roses and the newest live CD from my favorite band. How sweet! But it didn't end there-- he told me that he wanted to take me for a walk in the park to look at the Christmas lights and then we would go ice-skating. As we walked through the park, he kept telling me that we should get close to the arena where the band was playing-- which was directly across the street from the park. When we got as close as we could without crossing the street, I was bummed to find that no sound could be heard at all. My boyfriend turned to me and said, "So do you want to go now?" "Yeah," I replied, I was getting cold and depressed and just wanted to go back home. "No," he corrected me, "Do you want to go to the concert?" I thought that I had died! I was so excited and surprised! It was absolutely the sweetest thing that anyone had ever done for me-- he was definitely well rewarded for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jill Ann&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cut and paste dance  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend did this for me as his way to ask me to a dance. He got a large piece of construction paper, and cut out people in nice dresses dancing. Then he cut out the bodies of two people, a guy in a tux and a girl in a nice dress, then pastes our faces on it (that he cut from photos of each other). It was so cute! On the bottom it said, "If I could "cut" my way into any dance, I'd "paste" myself in your arms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Banky&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dancing to Violins  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of our one-year anniversary, my boyfriend came and picked me up at my house and took me to this gorgeous building, downtown. Once inside, he took me to the dance floor. It was all wood and very ornate; gorgeous! The next thing I know, I hear violin music playing! A friend of his knows how to play the violin and came and played some of our special songs while we danced. It was so special. Just him and I on the dance floor was magical. Then he took me to dinner and on a carriage ride around Downtown. It was the most memorable evening we've ever had. When I think of how much time and effort it took for him to plan this evening, it makes me love him even more!&lt;br /&gt; by Heather&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dining Out Tips  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your love out to a restaurant. Before you go, a couple hours ahead of time, Find the waiter/waitress that will be waiting on you. Give the waiter/waitress a love poem for your love and tell them when your half way done your meal, to deliver this to your love. Also have a plate made with a special saying on it ,like I love you, and have your loves meal served on that plate. So when your love gets done eating, she sees you message to her. (also don't forget to tip the waiter)&lt;br /&gt; by WDS&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finding the Christmas Spirit  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year my girlfriend had a terrible Christmas where she sat around the tree with her girlfriends and complained about how terrible Christmas was. So her Christmas spirit is low. Since it is so low I am planning on trying to boost it. It's our first Christmas together and I'm hoping I can make it something she will never forget. Of course she has not told me what she wants so I am going to have to do something romantic. Since we will have to be with our families on the morning of Christmas, I was thinking either Christmas Eve or Christmas night. With the snow on the ground (providing there is some) you could make a snowwoman of her, and she could make a snowman of you. Explain why you picked what, for the features you add to them. For example, my girlfriend has a great smile so I would make a big deal out of that on the snowwoman. Work in a snowball fight and rolling around in the snow. Afterwards, find some way to get warmer, like hot chocolate and snuggling under a warm blanket together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-9209334346894410540?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/9209334346894410540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-going-out-setting-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/9209334346894410540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/9209334346894410540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-going-out-setting-mood.html' title='Ideas: Going Out - Setting The Mood'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-4791330008691529473</id><published>2009-02-12T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:54:29.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Ideas'/><title type='text'>Ideas: Going Out - Date Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Dance Under The Stars!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure it is a very starry night and take your boyfriend to a beach or lake were there is sand or a pier. If you can use music do it! If not just enjoy the silence and dance and hold each other. It is very romantic!!!&lt;br /&gt; by Jennifer&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Date At The Circus  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A date to remember would be to take your date out to dinner and talk over an enjoyable mea. Then go the circus, enjoy the show and sitting next to each other. On the ride back home, talk about all the funny and enjoyable parts of the show. Things like this may seem kiddy to us men, but seem to turn out quite enjoyable and not to mention, unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by David&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Day of Sailing  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the owner of a sailboat I can tell you that asking a girl out for a day of sailing is always a sure bet. Sailing small boats is very easy and a few tips from an instructor will bring impressive results. It’s a great day on the water, your both learning new skills and it’s relatively inexpensive. How about free sailing? If you call local sailing clubs, you can usually arrange free crewing on regatta days. It’s a great way to meat new people and sailing skills are not always expected. Lastly, try composing a message in a bottle with your date and send it off together; you may be pleasantly reminded of the date by mail months or years later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Marco&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Dinner Adventure  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will take some pre-planning, but is well worth the effort. Visit the best restaurant in your community and ask the manager for help with a special event. Pre-select your table, pre-order your food and drinks, request special music from the piano, and pay for everything IN ADVANCE. This way, all your attention can be on HER alone... Choose a table that is small (preferably rounded) so that your hands and knees will be near each other. Dessert must be sinfully decadent... request something you NEVER would have ordered. In advance, ask the manager to "rent" you a waiter or bellhop for 10 minutes during the meal. Have them "decorate" your car secretly while you are eating --as if you have just been married-- complete with cans tied to the fender and "CRAZY IN LOVE" written on the window. Surprise your lover by sending roses with an invitation to a dinner "adventure"... and prepare for the fireworks! She will be amazed at the time you spent planning her "pleasuring" and will likely want to reciprocate. Allow her!!!&lt;br /&gt;by Rameses&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Glorious Night Out!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite night was when we borrowed my parent's porsche convertible and went to a gourmet wine and foods restaurant. We ordered great wine and apps., feeding each other. Afterwards we got in convertible and shared a cigar on the way to downtown. We were so carefree and in love. When we arrived downtown, the valet parked our sports car and we preceded to have a blast and a most romantic evening!&lt;br /&gt; by Lili &amp;amp; Bryan&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Night Under The Stars  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only REALLY works with a truck or a car with a big sunroof ;). Find a nice field of lost country road. Load the back of the truck up with a few pillows and a nice thick blanket and stay out under the stars. It was one of the best nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Chris&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Night at the Drive-In  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want a romantic night on a special occasion, and don't have a large amount of money to spend, try one of America's forgotten past-times: the drive-in movie theatre! There aren't too many left in the US, but they do exist, and they really are a special experience! If you live near one, it's a great "special" date idea that doesn't cost too much and is pretty out of the ordinary unless you already visit one. A good list of these theatres that are still open can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.driveintheater.com/" target="new_window"&gt;The Drive-In Theater&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by AC&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Romantic Combination  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to write to you about my experience after reading this site and combining three ideas with a little twist involved. I started the evening with a game. It consisted of little notes throughout my house that led her back to me to find out how the evening would start, but I did it with a twist. I read here that some individuals would leave a trail of Hershey’s Kisses…instead I left notes on where to find the main note that sent her back to me. Along with each note I laid a white rose. At the end, where the final note was, I laid three pink roses tipped with red. When she came to her final destination (me) she was all smiles. I asked her to chose a number from 1 - 10 (read that here too) she chose 6. I gave her six kisses all on different places of her body. After that I revealed 6 cards, with the word, “EATS” on one side and on the other, listing a restaurant. After choosing her card, we went to eat. I brought with me another set of cards for our trip there and back. They included, "At each red light kiss him/her 1 time", along with others such as, "at this very moment give him/her a passionate kiss.” Well, I received that card and commenced to pull over on the highway, stop, and lay one on her that she'd never forget. The cards also included, "Tell him/her something sensual about yourself”, “Tell him/her something you think is sexy about them", “Tell him/her something that you have yet to reveal about your past” and so on. Not all cards referred to sex or sensual stuff but questions that were not normally asked on a date regarding their past of likes and dislikes, just something to get to know them better. While at the restaurant, there was another set of cards to determine what the events of the evening would consist of after dinner. Examples of card choices were: a sensual massage next to the stone hearth fire, movies, watching a band, romantic evening walk under the stars, and so on. The whole evening went off without a hitch and she was impressed to say the least! Just wanted to let some of you out there know that even when reading the ideas here on the site, don't forget you can combine them to make an even better evening for you and your date, girlfriend, lover or wife...have fun creating romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Kirk&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Romantic Day  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past weekend, the greatest person in my life did the 5 most romantic things ever done for me, all in a single day! First he gave me two roses, a white one to show how much he missed me and a red one for all of his love to me. We went out to eat and he announced loudly that he loved me so much and that he hoped everyone heard him! Before seeing a movie later that day, he played an arcade game. Not only did he get first place and enter his name, but won first place again and entered mine. Afterwards he won first again and entered both of our intials. He got us a hotel room and bought my favorite game, Scrabble! Last but not least, he gave me an online dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Shannon&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Romantic Hike!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hike, and an old boyfriend and I would find the places that had big rocks to climb up onto, we would play hide and seek in the rocky terrain, and usually I would pack a lunch for us. One time, he surprised me, and brought champagne (the MUMMS kind $$) and we toasted to a sunset sitting on the rocks overlooking a beautiful valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovingyou.com/content/romance/ideas-content.php?ART=submitidea" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-4791330008691529473?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/4791330008691529473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-going-out-date-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4791330008691529473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/4791330008691529473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-going-out-date-ideas.html' title='Ideas: Going Out - Date Ideas'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-5716728694669997440</id><published>2009-02-12T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:49:30.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Ideas'/><title type='text'>Ideas: Dating Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beginning The Courtship  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life - who is now, my husband - suffered a lot before I showed him that I loved him too. Two weeks after we started dating, he asked me to be his girlfriend in the most beautiful way possible! He came to my house - it was Halloween and I was going to paint his face - and when he came in, he gave me a beautiful bouquet, asked where my bedroom was, and told me to wait in the living room. I waited, and when he called me, he told me to close my eyes, and once inside, he closed the door. When I opened my eyes, the room was all in darkness, except the word "AMO-TE" (I love you) written on the floor with candles! Then he asked me the old fashioned way if I wanted to be his girlfriend and, of course, I couldn't resist and said YES! It was best that I could ever dream!&lt;br /&gt;by Ana&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cell Phone Fun  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a cell phone, and a crush on someone, drive to their house when you know they're home, and call them on your cell. (Make sure you have them on the phone before you get there!) Start a casual conversation, then pull up to their driveway, go to the front door and ring the bell. Then say, "Oops! Better answer your door!" When they answer the door say, "Hi! Wanna go do something?" ("Wanna go bungee jumping?" worked for me! It got me my current boyfriend!)&lt;br /&gt;by Athena&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coded Love Letter  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter took a LONG time to type, but I had a job where I was at a computer with a lot of down time. This was my favorite thing I can remember doing. I wrote a full page letter of romance and told her just how much I loved her. Ladies don't just throw those away. I called her on the phone and asked her to get the letter. I told her to fold the letter over from right to left where only the first row of letters were visible. Vertically down the page, it read: "Your eyes are beautiful." Then I had her do the same to the right side of the page. The right side from top to bottom read: "Check your trunk." I had a key to her car, so I had tied a few helium balloons in there and there was a message that started her off on a clue finding mission to a night of romance.&lt;br /&gt;by PAC&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dating Tip #1  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dating, what matters most is the communication; if you are a good listener you will surely enjoy your date with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;by Henry S.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Date Romance  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to pick up this incredibly gorgeous, intelligent woman at her apartment for a lunch date. So, before I left to go pick her up at her apartment, I bought a bouquet of flowers to put in the truck seat (passenger) so when I opened the door for her to get in my truck, she would see them. To my surprise, plans changed and we just met at a restaurant for lunch. Well, I wasn't stuck yet!!! NO WAY!! Right after we ordered drinks in the restaurant, I told her I had to go to the bathroom...and actually that’s all I had planned on doing. While I was in the bathroom, there was a gentleman in there that was an employee for the restaurant. I politely asked him if he worked here and he said yes. I said...something to the effect, "Would you mind doing me a really big favor?" He said sure what is it. I told him about my date and the flowers that were still in my truck and I asked him if one of the servers could bring them to the table for her in about 10 minutes. He said, "Sure, that wouldn't be a problem." So, I snuck out to the parking lot, gave the gentleman the flowers from my truck, and snuck back in. About 10 minutes later, a server showed up to the table with the flowers in a glass full of water and told my date, "These flowers are for you, from him." My date just stared at them in awe and I couldn't help but just stare at her the whole time! It was great!! She was absolutely stunned and flattered.&lt;br /&gt;by Kevin&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First date helpers  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little idea to set the mood on a first date. Before going to the girls house buy a single red rose, and keep it on the passenger seat. When you pick her up, leave the rose there and on your way out, open the door for her. (If she is a little clumsy say something like "there's some stuff on the seat", so she doesn't get a thorn in the rear) This is almost guaranteed to get you a hug if not a kiss, right when the date starts, setting the mood. =)&lt;br /&gt;by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giving Your Number  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this my sound weird but I met the most wonderful guy this way. My bestfriend &amp;amp; I went to the mall &amp;amp; on our way out there were these really cute guys (they called us over to talk to them so I told her to take the car instead of walking so they thought that we dissed them) I happened to see the car they got out of so we went over to the car and I left a little note and my phone #, he ended up calling and said that was the coolest way he ever got a phone number, and I know he will always remember me (we talk for hours it's great).&lt;br /&gt;by Rachel&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;It Doesn't Take Much To Be A Romantic!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl online and one day we finally met after chatting for 3 weeks. Luckily she only lived 2 hours away. Well one thing we did while we were together was go to the beach. A week later I bought a small bottle and filled it with sand from the beach and mailed it to her so she could remember the night forever!&lt;br /&gt;by Matt&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mail Call  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Valentine's Day, or any day for that matter, send your sweetie a package in the mail or through UPS. Who doesn't enjoy getting a package in the mail; that alone will make their day! Filling the box will be half the fun for you! You can fill it with a variety of different things such as: a love letter, C.D. compiled of your songs, a homemade picture frame, collage of pictures, a book you wrote and illustrated ... etc. Be creative, the ideas are endless! Or, you can fill the box with items for the day ahead. For example: a gift certificate for a restaurant, a new shirt to wear on the date, movie tickets, perfume, candles, lingerie/boxers, wine, glasses, etc.&lt;br /&gt;by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifts.lovingyou.com/cover/images/greybar.gif" alt="" border="0" width="580" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make His Head Spin  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some five years ago, on about our fourth date, my wife, instead of just giving me a sweet kiss and nicely stepping out of the car when I drove her home, grabbed me by the tie I was wearing after work, pulled me hard and kissed me hard for three seconds. Then she let go, dashed out of the car and into her house. It's been some years since that happened and my head is still spinning!!&lt;br /&gt;by Anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-5716728694669997440?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/5716728694669997440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-dating-tips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5716728694669997440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5716728694669997440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-dating-tips.html' title='Ideas: Dating Tips'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-1888614934717630405</id><published>2009-02-12T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:46:32.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating Ideas'/><title type='text'>Ideas: Cheap Date Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;$20 Date Night  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This date works no matter what budget you are on, simply because there is thought behind it and fun. We are allotted $20 to plan a date and execute it, but the other does not know what is in store. This weekend it’s my turn to plan our date night. For our date I will get strawberries from a local fresh produce stand ($2), candy bars and soda from the dollar store ($5), a bottle of wine that was given to me from a trade show I was at, and movie tickets from the dollar theater ($2). We are now up to $9 for preparation. We will go to the movie with snacks (dollar store) then go to a local fast food place for burgers and fries from the $1 menu (total is now at $14). Then we’re off to the local donut shop for dessert. We’ll watch the donuts get made which will result in free donuts. Then we’ll go to the park for wine and strawberries (covered in chocolate from the dollar store) on a blanket. After that, we’ll go to the local adult store, where he gets to choose the sample flavor oils (remaining $6). We then go back home and I will secretly place the flavors on various parts of my body and he gets to find them without using his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Fun Day For Your Loved One  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend goes to college, so I decided to send her on a "treasure hunt" on our anniversary. I bought several small things(stuffed animals, etc.)and went to her school. I had a little notepad and wrote a note to her and placed it in her car, telling her to first check her car, then go to a certain destination(in this case the swings at a park that we'd frequented). I gave specific instructions on where to look, and there placed another gift and note to her. I continued this until I finally reached her house. I bought an outfit just for the occasion, cooked her dinner, and had a painting that i made for her hiding somewhere in the house. Later that night I fixed her a bath with lavender tea candles and lavender bath crystals. Total cost was around $50 and it was a night neither of us forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Message In A Bottle Surprise  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a decorative small colorful bottle with a cork. Wrote a nice love letter on a piece of paper with burnt corners. Rolled the paper, put it in the bottle, inserted the cork and threw it into a bath, full of water, essential oils and bubbles. My darling was surprised not only by the bath, prepared for him, but also for a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Night On The Beach  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend was scheduled to leave on a plane for a wedding and was going to be away for a week. It was the dawn of a new relationship for the both of us so we didn't want to leave each other's sight. However, the night before his plane was leaving, he bought a bottle of wine and took me for a sensual talk and stroll on the beach. Afterwards, we went back to the parking lot and continued our conversation until the day began to break, where we fell asleep holding one another in the backseat of his car. It was a very romantic, intimate and inexpensive date, enjoyed by both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Photographed Weekend  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I were living 10 hours away from each other during our summer break from college. We only got to see each other once a month due to our work schedules. One weekend when we got to see each other, we wanted to do activities we have never really done before using the most minimal amount of money as possible. We decided to purchase the cheapest disposable camera there was and take tons of pictures of our activities, which included hiking up mountains and trails, going to the lake, and driving around the town looking at houses and dreaming about our future home together. Our weekend was full of laughter, kisses, fun and we always will remember it due to our photos. The total cost was $10 for the camera and developing the film and gas, but the weekend photos and memories were priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Rare Night Together  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I don’t get a lot of time alone so when we finally got a night alone you wouldn’t believe how happy I was. We made dinner together and while I was fixing part of it he went in and set up the room with candles and music. It was the best night of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Romantic Date On A Budget  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boyfriend and I decided to have our first "real" dinner date. He was a little short on cash but we made do. We traveled to a dine-in restaurant with an inexpensive cheap buffet. Tip: Don't over indulge yourself with food! Un-known to me, when we arrived home he had a tape of both slow and fast love songs that he had made himself. He took the comforter off of his bed and laid it on the floor. He took the one candle he owned and lit it and put it at the top end of the blanket. The first song was slow and his actions reflected the music. He slowly touched me and kissed me as if for the first time. The evening went on from there. Fortunately the tape had two sides full. It was the most romantic thing he had ever done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Walk in the Park  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I love to do this when we're broke (we're both in college so that's quite often). We drive to a county park located near our houses and walk along the hiking trails. It’s a great way to get to know each other better and to discover some really beautiful things like hidden waterfalls and amazing views. After walking the trails we generally head to an open field and play Frisbee or some other fun game. Best of all, the only cost is that of the gas needed to get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-1888614934717630405?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/1888614934717630405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-cheap-date-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/1888614934717630405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/1888614934717630405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideas-cheap-date-ideas.html' title='Ideas: Cheap Date Ideas'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-5749916369441032324</id><published>2009-02-12T00:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:16:36.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>I wil stand like jack to Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;I wil stand like jack to Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=169998"&gt;kunletalks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all that make me happy&lt;br /&gt;Your words is the only thing that keep me going&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty tells me God worked busily some weeks on you&lt;br /&gt;Should i talk of your killing look?&lt;br /&gt;Or your long mermaid hair?&lt;br /&gt;Girl you are one in million!&lt;br /&gt;How i wait to see that day&lt;br /&gt;Yes! that day i will answer 'yes i do' before those mammoth crowd&lt;br /&gt;Girl!till the world comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;I promise to stand like Jack to Rose&lt;br /&gt;Yes!to play a titanic love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-5749916369441032324?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/5749916369441032324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wil-stand-like-jack-to-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5749916369441032324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5749916369441032324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wil-stand-like-jack-to-rose.html' title='I wil stand like jack to Rose'/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-5987483419356216316</id><published>2009-02-12T00:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:15:58.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>magic was there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;magic was there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=179019"&gt;starsabove19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic009.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; I lived my life searching for love. I kept finding glimmers of love along the path.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to live my life without that feeling again. I had about given up. When I met the person when I looked into his eyes. There was real magic. The love was alive in his eyes for me and I knew it. I live each moment thinking about that love. Holding onto it forever. Magic Love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-5987483419356216316?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/5987483419356216316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-was-there-by-starsabove19-i-lived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5987483419356216316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5987483419356216316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-was-there-by-starsabove19-i-lived.html' title='magic was 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/&gt;I know that you want me&lt;br /&gt;which is no surprise&lt;br /&gt;whether or not you will get me&lt;br /&gt;is still a compromise.&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate allowing you&lt;br /&gt;to take me as your prize&lt;br /&gt;or leave you hanging by a string&lt;br /&gt;in a tangle of my lies.&lt;br /&gt;I switch my hips and toss my hair;&lt;br /&gt;you shyly analyze&lt;br /&gt;as confident as I appear to be&lt;br /&gt;insecurities I internalize.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if your adoration&lt;br /&gt;will ever be verbalized&lt;br /&gt;or if you're terrified&lt;br /&gt;of your confession being chastised.&lt;br /&gt;I might tell you of my new found interest&lt;br /&gt;before your fondness dies&lt;br /&gt;before you walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;my presence you'll memorize.&lt;br /&gt;I watch you from behind my shades;&lt;br /&gt;I look away as you realize&lt;br /&gt;as you approach me my tummy flutters,&lt;br /&gt;a feeling I recognize.&lt;br /&gt;I let you silently take my hand&lt;br /&gt;despite my inner cries&lt;br /&gt;and we walk, and we talk;&lt;br /&gt;our hearts chasing butterflies..&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/6900915578088191599-5477434748168944654?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/5477434748168944654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/chasing-butterflies-by-wickedckg-i-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5477434748168944654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/5477434748168944654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/chasing-butterflies-by-wickedckg-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Latifa Safitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888756637791421362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-285635502002906626</id><published>2009-02-12T00:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:13:08.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>One First Kiss Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;One First Kiss Goodbye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=139480"&gt;RosesAreBlue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic018.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened upon your memory today,&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget, but in my mind you stay.&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking it was that we said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;It was for the best, I can't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you loved me, I even felt it too,&lt;br /&gt;but I still couldn't bring myself to loving you.&lt;br /&gt;This chapter of my life just isn't over yet,&lt;br /&gt;still, you're a part of me that I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still my solace on those lonely nights.&lt;br /&gt;You still keep me warm, and hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;I hear your laughter, I can see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that soothes me,&lt;br /&gt;no matter the miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if it's true things happen in mysterious ways,&lt;br /&gt;then perhaps I'll find you again someday.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you, and look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;as we share our first kiss,&lt;br /&gt;and our last kiss goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I hope your "promise" is lying&lt;br /&gt;next to you,&lt;br /&gt;loving you completely, the way I couldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope your heart's as filled as it could ever be,&lt;br /&gt;but please, could you save a little spot for me?&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/6900915578088191599-285635502002906626?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/285635502002906626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-first-kiss-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Not Dead But Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="title"&gt;Not Dead  But Dying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=166373"&gt;Bonnee(salma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic015.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Will my love die in despair&lt;br /&gt;no, cause there's no love there&lt;br /&gt;from your side I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;oh you spoke the words but no love came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta show what you mean&lt;br /&gt;and mean what you say&lt;br /&gt;but you haven't done that&lt;br /&gt;to this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gullible I'll admit&lt;br /&gt;I believe most what's said to me&lt;br /&gt;and oh I believed every word you spoke&lt;br /&gt;cause those words set my heart free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in pain when I met you&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my shining star&lt;br /&gt;but I think you're just a mirage&lt;br /&gt;a shadow from a far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reaching out to you&lt;br /&gt;like I done so hard today&lt;br /&gt;but you pretended you didn't see me&lt;br /&gt;and just kept fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a game nor a toy&lt;br /&gt;I hurt I break I cry&lt;br /&gt;I show you how deeply I love you&lt;br /&gt;but for me--you don't even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a heart lacks love and attention&lt;br /&gt;and no affection is shown&lt;br /&gt;it will surely fade from sight&lt;br /&gt;as a heart much like..my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-5836554913004175403?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/5836554913004175403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-8972916611753330240</id><published>2009-02-12T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:08:01.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>In Love With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="title"&gt;In Love With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by bcassta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/graphics/pictures/pic006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="spacing"&gt; I fell in love with you, my darling&lt;br /&gt;Sometime's I cannot explain why&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's your kind loving heart&lt;br /&gt;That gave me wings to fly so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, that special day&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was your soothing voice&lt;br /&gt;That calms my heart in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;That brings comfort into my heart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's your lovely green eyes&lt;br /&gt;That lite's up a room so ever dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because you saved me&lt;br /&gt;And reminded me, how love feels&lt;br /&gt;All I know is my darling, my love&lt;br /&gt;It is you, who made my heart heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-8972916611753330240?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/8972916611753330240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCsL_h4DULM/Si8IZ9ZUnSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zcv82po9C7w/S220/NaRsiS002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900915578088191599.post-8403415038016865355</id><published>2009-02-12T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:13:57.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>In My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In My Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Brenda v Wyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;My love come and visits me&lt;br /&gt;He lie close to me in my arms&lt;br /&gt;With my head on his chest&lt;br /&gt;I hear his heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Then he kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Warmly and softly&lt;br /&gt;With his sweet lips&lt;br /&gt;It taste like honey&lt;br /&gt;He looks deep into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I saw the passionate flames&lt;br /&gt;of love in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Every night he is so part of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;When we are together again&lt;br /&gt;I feel his warm love close to me&lt;br /&gt;Every night he is kissing me&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, whispering in my ears&lt;br /&gt;How much he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning he fades away&lt;br /&gt;Promise to be back tonight&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/6900915578088191599-8403415038016865355?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/8403415038016865355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Wing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Angel With One Wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by RosesAreBlue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know an angel with only one wing,&lt;br /&gt;with a song in her heart she has yet to sing.&lt;br /&gt;She wanders without aim between earth and sky,&lt;br /&gt;searching for her soulmate to help her fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked the Lord one lonely night,&lt;br /&gt;with only one wing, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;will I ever take flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord then answered in his mysterious way,&lt;br /&gt;the wing you are missing will find you one day.&lt;br /&gt;I created my angels with only one wing,&lt;br /&gt;each one a queen in search of her king.&lt;br /&gt;When you see him, then you'll know why,&lt;br /&gt;he too is without aim between earth and sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that time, angel, don't lose sight.&lt;br /&gt;Your missing wing is searching tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And when he finds you, then you'll see,&lt;br /&gt;that your wings joined together will set you free.&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/6900915578088191599-6871166529166863962?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/6871166529166863962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/angel-with-one-wing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6871166529166863962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/6871166529166863962'/><link rel='alternate' 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you hold my hand so tight&lt;br /&gt;And the I love you’s, I hear each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the beauty I see in your angel eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your hugs that comfort me when I cry&lt;br /&gt;It’s how you always fulfill my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And it’s the way you have rescued me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s when you gave love a chance, and&lt;br /&gt;Opened up your heart to true romance&lt;br /&gt;It’s a love so ever wonderful we share&lt;br /&gt;To your beauty a rose cannot compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your love, that’s my hearts destiny&lt;br /&gt;Your everything love is destined to be&lt;br /&gt;Your simply everything in love I need &lt;br /&gt;It’s only you, I’ll forever love tenderly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-1398339598660784306?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my heartaches I thought&lt;br /&gt;another one couldn't out do the last&lt;br /&gt;but I was so foolishly wrong&lt;br /&gt;cause this new one the old one has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know someone warned me the other day&lt;br /&gt;to be careful with my heart&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should have listened cause if I had&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be today..broken apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had this way about me&lt;br /&gt;believing what other people say&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had believed that person&lt;br /&gt;if I had I wouldn't be crying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know how it feels&lt;br /&gt;to have a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;cause if you did you wouldn't have&lt;br /&gt;just ripped mine apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you honestly love me you&lt;br /&gt;could think of words to say&lt;br /&gt;but instead you said you couldn't&lt;br /&gt;and broke my heart again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other thing a heart&lt;br /&gt;can only take so much pain&lt;br /&gt;when it breaks down dreams,hopes &amp; love&lt;br /&gt;are washed away by the  tear fed rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel lost,lonely,numb&lt;br /&gt;and cold like the far away stars&lt;br /&gt;my heart don't resemble a heart any more&lt;br /&gt;cause its all covered by scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last time you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;is the most hurtful of all&lt;br /&gt;never again will I give my heart&lt;br /&gt;nor ever again in love will I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every tear that runs down my face&lt;br /&gt;is crying out your name&lt;br /&gt;I feel about you like I always have&lt;br /&gt;but there's something bout you that's just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't play games with my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much more it can take&lt;br /&gt;but I do know that how you acted today&lt;br /&gt;has caused another painful break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today  was gonna be a good day&lt;br /&gt;when I saw you online&lt;br /&gt;but instead I end up alone&lt;br /&gt;all alone and cryin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,actions do speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;and they will tell me about you&lt;br /&gt;whether you're just playing games with me&lt;br /&gt;or if your love for me is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900915578088191599-8115458316225759688?l=kuil-cinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/feeds/8115458316225759688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuil-cinta.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-broken-inside_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900915578088191599/posts/default/8115458316225759688'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem of the Day'/><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>I Love You&lt;br /&gt;by BabyPoet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for that certain smile&lt;br /&gt;that cheers me up when I am blue.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for your tenderness&lt;br /&gt;that warms me through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for your kindness&lt;br /&gt;and understanding heart;&lt;br /&gt;one that always says,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;and your sweet, loving ways.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for the many things you do&lt;br /&gt;so often without praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for all these things&lt;br /&gt;and a million others too,&lt;br /&gt;but, most of all, for who I am&lt;br /&gt;whenever I'm with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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