tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-66724564754818798182007-09-21T20:04:00.000-05:002007-09-21T20:11:07.543-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RvRqjrW_IkI/AAAAAAAAADc/8jz7GNepwjk/s1600-h/de0c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RvRqjrW_IkI/AAAAAAAAADc/8jz7GNepwjk/s400/de0c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112828638139458114" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;">Faded Love Letters</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exposing our hearts through love letters</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">the way we want things to be</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">the outpouring of the soul</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">and drifting into the sea of one another</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />At times things are passionate prose</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">painful separations,<br />sometimes hot</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">sometimes cold,<br />and forbidden lovers</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">they all have meaning to each and</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">everyone of us</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />Love letters, is it an art to cause something</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">to come true?<br />Will it change another</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Does it excite the keenest pleasure</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">keeping things alive?</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />All the hours spent in talking, sharing,<br />and</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">caring. words "I will never let you go"</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />"To melt and be like a running brook</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">That sings its melody to the night.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">To know the pain of too much</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">tenderness. To be wounded by your</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">own understanding of love;</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">And to bleed willingly and joyfully.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">To wake at dawn with a winged heart</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">And give thanks for another day of loving;</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">To rest at the noon hour and meditate</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">with gratitude; And then to sleep with</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">a prayer for the beloved in your heart</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">And a song of praise upon your lips."</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br />~ by Gibran Kahlil Gibran ~</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Somehow the love faded along</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">with the love letters!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">copyright 2007 by shyloh</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.com