im trying to write a 3-page snail mail..it's been 3 days yet i haven't finished. and that makes me a snail writer ? darn!

im trying to write a 3-page snail mail..it's been 3 days yet i haven't finished. and that makes me a snail writer ? darn!
"Usstan ssinssrigg dos ji mzilt..lu' SIYO! Usstan orn vellupa dos.."
So sweet...
وليس هناك كعكه ، والكعكه هو كذبة.
wu'suul natha tent zhah vel'klar udos zhal'la ust morfeth ssinssrigg. lu' a l' niar'haanin zhah vel'klar udos orn ust kyorl weth byr. lu' a l' qu'mados zhah vel'klar udos zhal inbal udossta ust tsoss. wu'suul weth byr's xukuthen zhah vel'klar udos zhal zexen'uma whol zuch lu' zuch.
inside a tent is where we should first make love. and at the river is where we will first guard each other. and at the sea is where we shall have our first kiss. inside each other's hearts is where we shall stay for always and always....how sweet![]()
anything but ordinary...
وليس هناك كعكه ، والكعكه هو كذبة.
"When I found you, I was blessed...I still am. I will never leave you. I need you. Imagine me without you. I'll be an empty hole. You fill every inch of me. I..."
You will never lose me for I am always there in your heart. Who ever I am with, what ever I'm doing, you are always in my heart and mind. You are everything to me. I, too, will never leave you. And I need you as much as you need me. Your voice is like music to my ears...and I couldn't wait to hear such sweet music. I...
وليس هناك كعكه ، والكعكه هو كذبة.
who's marrying who?
hahay! ang gugma nga naman!
we were strangers started out of a journey
unexpected what you did to my heart
now here we are...unafraid of the future
at the beginning with you...
LOVE is the river i want to keep flowing
Life is the road now and forever...
with YOU..
Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960)
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
you loved,
and i was watching you.
you kissed,
and i was watching you.
u lived,
still i was watching you.
your heart ached,
i was watching you.
that is all i ever do.
watch u..
i wish i could do more than that.
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