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What is love?
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19 Jul 2008 Sat 12:55 am |
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We have gotten a message on "love" from the internet.
"What is love?"
"Love is just a dream!"
http://blog.joins.com/media/folderListSlide.asp?uid=aby2482&folder=1&list_id=9079611
According to their opinion:
"Some people fall in love because they want to.
Some even force themselves to love another.
Still, some love somebody because they have to.
The rest? They just fall in love like no other.
We frown when we see young girls with an older guy.
We say that´s not love perhaps, that is for money.
But who can really tell which one is love and which is one not?
We can´t just judge that easy anyway.
I think love is not love unless it´s forever.
Love is unconditional, worth giving and not keeping.
Love knows no age nor color, religion nor culture.
Love goes beyond even to the impossible."
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19 Jul 2008 Sat 01:00 am |
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love is all what we need 
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19 Jul 2008 Sat 11:44 pm |
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Quoting SuiGeneris: what is love??
baby dont hurt me dont hurt me
no more |
chorus: uoh oh...uoh oh!
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21 Jul 2008 Mon 04:33 pm |
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Quoting geniuda: Quoting SuiGeneris: what is love??
baby dont hurt me dont hurt me
no more |
chorus: uoh oh...uoh oh!
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21 Jul 2008 Mon 06:16 pm |
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"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." - Mark Twain
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21 Jul 2008 Mon 09:58 pm |
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Quoting Avalon: "Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." - Mark Twain
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This is a perfect description
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21 Jul 2008 Mon 10:07 pm |
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There was a song with description of love in the lyrics... it was quite old song...
narana naram naranararam.... was the ryhms i guess...
anybody recognizes?
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21 Jul 2008 Mon 10:36 pm |
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Quoting SuiGeneris: There was a song with description of love in the lyrics... it was quite old song...
narana naram naranararam.... was the ryhms i guess...
anybody recognizes? |
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21 Jul 2008 Mon 10:51 pm |
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Love is when you have been sick for a week, you are pale, and your hair is a wreck. You are wearing your flannel pajamas and your fuzzy slippers. You smell like a combination of cough syrup and vicks vapor rub....and your child crawls up in bed with you, looks you straight in the face and says....Mommy, you are SOOOOOOO pretty!! THAT IS LOVE!!
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