ROXANNE

It’s the simple acts of brushing ones hair, lining ones lips, dressing ones eyes, which makes me understand the futile nature of one’s lives.

Does your life have meaning? To find out, rate the items below on a scale of 1 (strongly disagree) to 5 (strongly agree), then add up your score. a) I rarely go wrong when I follow my instincts b) I usually trust my hunches c) I can usually tell whether or not somebody is right d) My first impressions of people are usually pretty accurate e) It’s important to trust your feelings when making important decisions If you scored 20 or more, then congratulations: your life has meaning. Of course things aren’t quite that simple. But a recent study conducted at the University of Missouri found that people who gave higher scores on a short faith-in-intuition questionnaire (similar to the one above) were also more likely to strongly agree with statements such as: “My life has a clear sense of purpose .”

Before I became strong, I knew what it was like To be weak, How difficult it is to love yourself, To find the wholeness that you seek. Before I knew the light,  I have had my fair share of darkness, too, Where my world fell into a hopelessness And I didn't know how to get through. For I have known the tears it takes, The courage to stand up again, When you are broken down and bruised And you know nothing but the pain. You forget to appreciate love, If you haven't seen the hate, Till you forget the meaning of smile and laughter, And your heart is left abate. I have known the strength and courage It requires to get it right, To face the things that hold you down And hold your head up and fight. Before I was who I am now, I was someone I didn't want to be. I was lost, battered, and defeated, Before I knew how to be me!

To some people February 14th is just another day. For me this is a day to take time and say... I love you. Stop, and think what we've been through and how much are love as grew. Yes, we fight, And I've lied, But never forget for you I would die. Everyday I see your beautiful, smiling face, And there are moments that I stare and you take my breath away,  and leave me with nothing to say, On this special day, I ask myself how it is possible to love a person so much. My heart has been permanently touched. All the tears and pain seem to go away. The pieces of my heart that were chiseled away, you make them ok. Once there was a deep dark hole nobody could touch, Until you came and filled it with all your love. On this special day I want you to know, I love you, More than I could write down, tell, explain or even try to show, In this life or the next. I've done things I regret, And they hurt you inside and made you c...

As we watch the sun go down, I want to let you know; my love for you is forever, I'll never let you go. You're the one I've been searching for, the one I've finally found; without you in my life, my world wouldn't go round. The love you bring into my heart, which is so true and kind; is something in no other, I could truly find. You're the only one for me, God tells me so, deep within my heart, mind body and soul. Today isn't just an ordinary Valentines Day, it's all about me and you; about the love we share, and how it will forever continue to grow. It's not all about the chocolates, or the dozen roses; it's about the love we found, how much we've been blessed. Everything happens for a reason, I believe this statement is true, that's why you were sent to me, and I was sent to you. I've never been more happy, as I've been with you; even through the rough times, we always ...

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In the glad springtime when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love whom mine eyes had never seen, O the glad dove has golden wings! Between the blossoms red and white, O merrily the throstle sings! My love first came into my sight, O perfect vision of delight, O the glad dove has golden wings! The yellow apples glowed like fire, O merrily the throstle sings! O Love too great for lip or lyre, Blown rose of love and of desire, O the glad dove has golden wings! But now with snow the tree is grey, Ah, sadly now the throstle sings! My love is dead: ah! well-a-day, See at her silent feet I lay A dove with broken wings! Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain - Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!