PLS, Don't Ask 4My Msn, Yahoo, E-Mail &NO Boyfriend ReQuests-))










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We meet on-line to have a great time....
We laugh and we giggle and smile at our screens,
We sit back and wonder what this all means.
We surf the Web, we travel afar,
We span thousands of mile without a car.
We watch conversations flowing on the screen,
We tell jokes and stories and know what they mean.
What are we looking for? Where's the attraction?
How can we do this and get satisfaction?
Who are we? Why are we here?
We are "the Circle of Friends", made from a chain.
And we're here because Friendship is what we gain!
Born on-line formed by few,
We had no idea just what to do.
So we are linking our pages, first one then two,
And wonder where we'll end up when we are through?
The Circle will spread, like a wild vine,
It will breathe and whisper like the winds of time.
We are the Circle of Friends, made from a chain,
All of our motives are exactly the same.
Searching for Friendships all over the lands,
Linking our pages is like holding hands.
We are 'the Circle of Friends', made from a chain,
A chain of cable and wire without an end!!
My definition of Love...
is different from the book
my definition of Love
is more than just a look
Love is more than a word
more than a song, more than a note
Love is more than a poem
more than anything i've wrote
Love is reaching out to touch someone
to be sure that they're there
Love is leaning in to kiss someone
to remind them that you care
Love is looking him in the eyes
and whispering in his ears
Love is cuddling when he cries
and catching all his tears
Love is the warmth shared between hugs
when everything else is cold
Love is knowing they'll still be there
when everything else is old
Love is hearts beating faster and faster
while everything else is slowed down
Love is singing sweet songs to him
even if hundreds are around
Love is driving through the rain
to help someone through tough times
Love is me wishing that you'll Love me too
wishing you'd be mine
Love isn't just holding hands
Love is holding hearts
Love isn't where it ends....
Love is where it starts..:-))





The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.





whishing you a wonderful time to enjoy it
with my soft kiss w/ warm hugs to my lovely
Blande Lilla.
Aiko A Precious Love




