<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:37:51.075-08:00</updated><category term='Feeling'/><category term='Key To My Heart'/><category term='love lyric'/><category term='Your Name In My Heart'/><category term='need love'/><category term='My Mood Is like a Cloudy Noon'/><category term='How Do I Love Thee?'/><category term='made for each other'/><category term='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Love Is like an Iceberg'/><category term='Love&apos;s Trinity'/><category term='Love is when'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='Believe'/><category term='LOVE IS LOVE'/><category term='wanting you'/><category term='True Love'/><category term='A Special World'/><category term='Love you.'/><category term='one love'/><category term='love me'/><category term='I love You.'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='my heart beat'/><category term='Here I love you'/><category term='Love you forever more'/><category term='O Mistress Mine'/><category term='Never Have I Fallen'/><category term='When You Love Someone'/><category term='Soul'/><category term='History Of Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='The Definition of Love'/><category term='Freeze This Moment'/><category term='I Am Not Yours'/><category term='like you'/><category term='What is Love?'/><category term='without you'/><category term='Valentine'/><category term='my love'/><category term='love heart'/><category term='Everlasting Love'/><category term='about you'/><category term='loser'/><category term='my love lyrics'/><category term='online love story'/><category term='love forever'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Heart and Soul'/><category term='What is Love............................'/><category term='why i love you'/><category term='I love you'/><category term='Life'/><category term='silent love'/><category term='You&apos;ll be forever'/><category term='Awakening'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Valentines day'/><category term='Blessed'/><category term='Saying I Do'/><category term='Love with you'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Ah'/><category term='You&apos;re The One'/><category term='An Entrapment'/><category term='All I&apos;d want is you'/><category term='love story'/><category term='love filling'/><category term='all my love'/><category term='one kiss'/><category term='My Beloved'/><category term='romantic love'/><category term='One Fateful Day'/><category term='love you'/><title type='text'>What is love?</title><subtitle type='html'>“Love is friendship set on fire” for others “Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it”.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-8343903976621032801</id><published>2009-01-23T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:55:38.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love You.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How Do I Love Thee?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all my love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History Of Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>How Do I Love Thee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.sun.com/hinkmond/resource/images-2008/how-do-i-love-thee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 272px;" src="http://blogs.sun.com/hinkmond/resource/images-2008/how-do-i-love-thee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Do I Love Thee? Let me count the ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love thee to the depth and breadth and height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For the ends of Being an ideal Grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love thee to the level of everyday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love thee with the passion put to use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love thee with a love I seemed to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With my lost saints,--I love thee with the Breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I shall but love thee better after death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-8343903976621032801?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/8343903976621032801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=8343903976621032801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8343903976621032801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8343903976621032801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-i-love-thee.html' title='How Do I Love Thee?'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-3253624644649161251</id><published>2009-01-21T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:30:12.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love you.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History Of Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine'/><title type='text'>History Of Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.history.com/minisites/valentine/images/vd-video-still.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 587px; height: 311px;" src="http://www.history.com/minisites/valentine/images/vd-video-still.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's Day has been link as a day for                        love and romance where lovers exchange presents and spend                        the day together. This source of this day is believed to                        be tracked from both Christian and Roman tradition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;February might not be considered Spring for many of us                        today, especially in certain areas of the US where there                        is still snow on the ground. But for the Romans this Lupercalia                        on the 14 and the Valentine's Day on the 15th got blended                        into one day and occurred 7 weeks after the Winter Soltice,                        marking the progression from Winter into Spring. In the                        Middle Ages it was felt that birds chose their mates on                        February 14. So February 14th has been considered the official                        mating day for centuries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italy also had another Spring festival during the Middle                        Ages in which young singles gathered in the gardens to listen                        to love poetry and romantic music. Afterward they paired                        off and strolled through the trees and flowers etc. In France                        this pairing-off custom went on for a while, but it ended                        up causing a lot of jealousies and became more trouble than                        it was worth and was dropped. But in England the custom                        of young men drawing names for "Valentines" or                        sweethearts remained for centuries even after the Roman                        occupation ended. The young men in England would write down                        all the names of the young women on pieces of paper and                        then roll them up tightly and put them in a bowl. The young                        men (blindfolded) would take turns drawn a name from the                        bowl. The girl's name that he drew meant that she would                        be his "valentine" for the next year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Catholic Church recognised 3 different saints by the                        name of Valentine all of whom were martyred (According to                        the Catholic Encyclopedia 1908). The 3 of them are&lt;br /&gt;                  - a priest in Rome who suffered martyrdom in the second                        half of the 3rd century and was buried on the Via Flaminia.&lt;br /&gt;                  - a bishop of Interamna (modern Terni) also suffered martyrdom                        in the second half of the 3rd century and was also buried                        on the Via Flaminia, but in a different location than the                        priest.&lt;br /&gt;                  - a martyr in North Africa, about whom little else is known.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; According to legend in the 3rd century after Christ, the                        Emperor Claudius II did not want any of his soldiers falling                        in love and marrying because he felt women and families                        distracted the soldier's from their duty to him.. Valentine,                        realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and                        continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret.                        When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered                        that he be put to death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was also rumoured that Valentine actually sent the first                        'valentine' greeting himself. While Valentine was in prison                        awaiting his fate, he came in contact with his jailor, Asterius.                        The jailor had a blind daughter. Asterius requested him                        to heal his daughter. Through his faith he miraculously                        restored the sight of Asterius' daughter. Just before his                        execution, he asked for a pen and paper from his jailor,                        and signed a farewell message to her "From Your Valentine,"                        a phrase that lived ever after. Although the truth behind                        the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize                        his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly,                        romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages,                        Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England                        and France.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-3253624644649161251?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/3253624644649161251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=3253624644649161251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3253624644649161251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3253624644649161251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2009/01/history-of-valentines-day.html' title='History Of Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-6497122915607878663</id><published>2008-12-29T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:01:40.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart beat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Name In My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Your Name In My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.byteland.org/iheartdesigns/starburst_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 457px;" src="http://www.byteland.org/iheartdesigns/starburst_heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wrote your name in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 but the wind blew it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 I wrote your name in the sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 but the waves washed it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 I wrote your name in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 and forever it will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-6497122915607878663?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/6497122915607878663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=6497122915607878663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6497122915607878663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6497122915607878663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-name-in-my-heart.html' title='Your Name In My Heart'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-3739494240492964601</id><published>2008-12-29T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:02:20.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Have I Fallen'/><title type='text'>Never Have I Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/Zoey_c/FirstLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 786px; height: 547px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/Zoey_c/FirstLove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your lips speak soft sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your touch a cool caress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am lost in your magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart beats within your chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think of you each morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And dream of you each night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think of your arms being around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And cannot express my delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never have I fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I am quickly on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You hold a heart in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That has never before been given away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-3739494240492964601?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/3739494240492964601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=3739494240492964601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3739494240492964601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3739494240492964601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-have-i-fallen.html' title='Never Have I Fallen'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-6714680390646474217</id><published>2008-12-15T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:13:17.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When You Love Someone'/><title type='text'>When You Love Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cantinhodoprofessor.org/professor_saber/kima115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 517px; height: 407px;" src="http://www.cantinhodoprofessor.org/professor_saber/kima115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone so deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it's so easy to hide.&lt;br /&gt;You've loved him for so very long,&lt;br /&gt;You would think he could do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you would hope and pray,&lt;br /&gt;That he would always stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;He treated you like you should be treated,&lt;br /&gt;You thought your life was finally completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought your love was growing true,&lt;br /&gt;And then one day it was all so blue.&lt;br /&gt;He started putting you down and it hurt,&lt;br /&gt;You thought all you were to him was dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started ignoring you and you wondered why,&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted to do was curl up and die.&lt;br /&gt;You thought your relationship would never end,&lt;br /&gt;But that was all so fake and pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night he was so sweet to you,&lt;br /&gt;You thought all those things were maybe untrue,&lt;br /&gt;Two days later he was back the same,&lt;br /&gt;You thought you were the one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought the relationship was getting too serious&lt;br /&gt;And that you had become a little too curious.&lt;br /&gt;By this time you knew it wouldn't last,&lt;br /&gt;All the nice things he said were in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that you would marry him some day,&lt;br /&gt;But this time God wanted to get his way.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted things back how they were before,&lt;br /&gt;But you knew this couldn't happen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Saturday night about ten o'clock,&lt;br /&gt;You heard the news and it wasn't a shock.&lt;br /&gt;You knew this was going to happen soon,&lt;br /&gt;As you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-6714680390646474217?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/6714680390646474217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=6714680390646474217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6714680390646474217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6714680390646474217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-love-someone.html' title='When You Love Someone'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-7067659855943431058</id><published>2008-11-26T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:42:14.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love you forever more'/><title type='text'>Love you forever more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_819_37009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_819_37009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to feel your gentle touch,&lt;br /&gt;It’s warm against my skin.&lt;br /&gt;And the way you leave my heart in disrepair,&lt;br /&gt;time and time again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="more-389"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I love your smell and salty taste,&lt;br /&gt;when you are going strong.&lt;br /&gt;I could partake of you time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;all night and all day long.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hear the stories,&lt;br /&gt;from the places you have been.&lt;br /&gt;Many have cursed you horribly,&lt;br /&gt;to others your a friend.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve put many in a watery grave,&lt;br /&gt;and carried many others home.&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a place upon any shore,&lt;br /&gt;where your dare not rome.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always greet you happily,&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy your warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll enjoy the warmth and tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;as you caress my face.&lt;br /&gt;If your not there when I arrive,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait at the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean wind I pray that you,&lt;br /&gt;will blow forever more.&lt;strong&gt; …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-7067659855943431058?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/7067659855943431058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=7067659855943431058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7067659855943431058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7067659855943431058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-you-forever-more.html' title='Love you forever more'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-1526442954479867883</id><published>2008-11-24T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:57:23.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/2530952120_e477c48c9f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/2530952120_e477c48c9f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain and pain&lt;br /&gt;how so, hard we try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart longs for you&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winds will never flow again&lt;br /&gt;memories are all, time can buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleasure is lost&lt;br /&gt;wat lost is the charm of sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars dont shine anymore&lt;br /&gt;how so, hard they try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are lost&lt;br /&gt;and so am i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost is the spirit&lt;br /&gt;can u tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-1526442954479867883?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/1526442954479867883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=1526442954479867883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/1526442954479867883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/1526442954479867883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/11/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/2530952120_e477c48c9f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-7937129736704313512</id><published>2008-11-24T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:44:55.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All I&apos;d want is you'/><title type='text'>All I'd want is you.. -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SSsEItA2xOI/AAAAAAAAALU/L5nu2qEA0HY/s1600-h/sunset_silhouette_by_laffy4k_at_flickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SSsEItA2xOI/AAAAAAAAALU/L5nu2qEA0HY/s400/sunset_silhouette_by_laffy4k_at_flickr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272312336335946978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="post_message_313507" class="vb_postbit"&gt;If I was a flower growing wild and free&lt;br /&gt;All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.&lt;br /&gt;And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen&lt;br /&gt;All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a flower growing wild and free&lt;br /&gt;All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.&lt;br /&gt;And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen&lt;br /&gt;All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you be my bride&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand and stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a river in the mountains tall,&lt;br /&gt;The rumble of your water would be my call.&lt;br /&gt;If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you be my bride&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand and stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a wink, I'd be a nod&lt;br /&gt;If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.&lt;br /&gt;If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug&lt;br /&gt;And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you be my bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand and stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.&lt;br /&gt;If you were the love, I'd be the desire.&lt;br /&gt;If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,&lt;br /&gt;And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you be my bride&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand and stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- / message --&gt;              &lt;!-- sig --&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-7937129736704313512?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/7937129736704313512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=7937129736704313512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7937129736704313512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7937129736704313512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-id-want-is-you.html' title='All I&apos;d want is you.. -'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SSsEItA2xOI/AAAAAAAAALU/L5nu2qEA0HY/s72-c/sunset_silhouette_by_laffy4k_at_flickr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-7534449724353920771</id><published>2008-11-24T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:42:52.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SSsC56A3uQI/AAAAAAAAALM/nqdBD4GQed0/s1600-h/broken+heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 445px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SSsC56A3uQI/AAAAAAAAALM/nqdBD4GQed0/s400/broken+heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272310982616004866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-7534449724353920771?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/7534449724353920771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=7534449724353920771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7534449724353920771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7534449724353920771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken-heart.html' title='Broken Heart'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SSsC56A3uQI/AAAAAAAAALM/nqdBD4GQed0/s72-c/broken+heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-6968503451132205182</id><published>2008-11-04T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:10:06.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Mistress Mine'/><title type='text'>O Mistress Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRCByof9qHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3IEOUbBwg4I/s1600-h/theproposal_bougereau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRCByof9qHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3IEOUbBwg4I/s400/theproposal_bougereau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850671261034610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?&lt;br /&gt;O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming&lt;br /&gt;That can sing both high and low;&lt;br /&gt;Trip no further, pretty sweeting,&lt;br /&gt;Journeys end in lovers’ meeting—&lt;br /&gt;Every wise man’s son doth know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love? ‘tis not hereafter;&lt;br /&gt;Present mirth hath present laughter;&lt;br /&gt;What’s to come is still unsure:&lt;br /&gt;In delay there lies no plenty,—&lt;br /&gt;Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,&lt;br /&gt;Youth’s a stuff will not endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-6968503451132205182?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/6968503451132205182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=6968503451132205182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6968503451132205182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6968503451132205182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-mistress-mine.html' title='O Mistress Mine'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRCByof9qHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3IEOUbBwg4I/s72-c/theproposal_bougereau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-3508288332155922349</id><published>2008-11-04T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:04:57.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Definition of Love'/><title type='text'>The Definition of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRCAguh-NzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TdWyEdlYzPE/s1600-h/definition_of_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRCAguh-NzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TdWyEdlYzPE/s400/definition_of_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264849264130799410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is of a birth as rare&lt;br /&gt;As 'tis for object strange and high;&lt;br /&gt;It was begotten by Despair&lt;br /&gt;Upon Impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnanimous Despair alone&lt;br /&gt;Could show me so divine a thing&lt;br /&gt;Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown,&lt;br /&gt;But vainly flapp'd its tinsel wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I quickly might arrive&lt;br /&gt;Where my extended soul is fixt,&lt;br /&gt;But Fate does iron wedges drive,&lt;br /&gt;And always crowds itself betwixt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Fate with jealous eye does see&lt;br /&gt;Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;&lt;br /&gt;Their union would her ruin be,&lt;br /&gt;And her tyrannic pow'r depose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore her decrees of steel&lt;br /&gt;Us as the distant poles have plac'd,&lt;br /&gt;(Though love's whole world on us doth wheel)&lt;br /&gt;Not by themselves to be embrac'd;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the giddy heaven fall,&lt;br /&gt;And earth some new convulsion tear;&lt;br /&gt;And, us to join, the world should all&lt;br /&gt;Be cramp'd into a planisphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lines, so loves oblique may well&lt;br /&gt;Themselves in every angle greet;&lt;br /&gt;But ours so truly parallel,&lt;br /&gt;Though infinite, can never meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the love which us doth bind,&lt;br /&gt;But Fate so enviously debars,&lt;br /&gt;Is the conjunction of the mind,&lt;br /&gt;And opposition of the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-3508288332155922349?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/3508288332155922349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=3508288332155922349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3508288332155922349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3508288332155922349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/11/definition-of-love.html' title='The Definition of Love'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRCAguh-NzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TdWyEdlYzPE/s72-c/definition_of_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-2216800248247508732</id><published>2008-11-04T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:00:09.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am Not Yours'/><title type='text'>I Am Not Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRB_Uys2b1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4wIrIf8dSX4/s1600-h/LU0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRB_Uys2b1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4wIrIf8dSX4/s400/LU0820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264847959580110674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not yours, not lost in you,&lt;br /&gt;Not lost, although I long to be&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a candle lit at noon,&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a snowflake in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me, and I find you still&lt;br /&gt;A spirit beautiful and bright,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am I, who long to be&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a light is lost in light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plunge me deep in love, put out&lt;br /&gt;My senses, leave me deaf and blind,&lt;br /&gt;Swept by the tempest of your love,&lt;br /&gt;A taper in a rushing wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not yours, not lost in you,&lt;br /&gt;Not lost, although I long to be&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a candle lit at noon,&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a snowflake in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me, and I find you still&lt;br /&gt;A spirit beautiful and bright,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am I, who long to be&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a light is lost in light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plunge me deep in love, put out&lt;br /&gt;My senses, leave me deaf and blind,&lt;br /&gt;Swept by the tempest of your love,&lt;br /&gt;A taper in a rushing wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-2216800248247508732?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/2216800248247508732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=2216800248247508732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/2216800248247508732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/2216800248247508732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-not-yours.html' title='I Am Not Yours'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRB_Uys2b1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4wIrIf8dSX4/s72-c/LU0820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-810743560766881356</id><published>2008-11-04T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:55:38.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Beloved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ah'/><title type='text'>Ah, My Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRB-cgy-VXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L4Mu_2C6JZo/s1600-h/My_Beloved_030009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRB-cgy-VXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L4Mu_2C6JZo/s400/My_Beloved_030009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264846992701281650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today of past regrets and future fears;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow?  Why, tomorrow I may be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-810743560766881356?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/810743560766881356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=810743560766881356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/810743560766881356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/810743560766881356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-my-beloved.html' title='Ah, My Beloved'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SRB-cgy-VXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/L4Mu_2C6JZo/s72-c/My_Beloved_030009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-6302167632082373361</id><published>2008-10-24T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:21:14.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Entrapment'/><title type='text'>An Entrapment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQIRjBx4ynI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F0vF_Y9528w/s1600-h/entrapment3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQIRjBx4ynI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F0vF_Y9528w/s400/entrapment3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260786608192932466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, I have tried with all my being&lt;br /&gt;                 to grasp a form comparable to thine own,&lt;br /&gt;                 but nothing seems worthy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I know now why Shakespeare could not&lt;br /&gt;                 compare his love to a summer’s day.&lt;br /&gt;                  It would be a crime to denounce the beauty&lt;br /&gt;                 of such a creature as thee,&lt;br /&gt;                 to simply cast away the precision&lt;br /&gt;                 God had placed in forging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Each facet of your being&lt;br /&gt;                 whether it physical or spiritual&lt;br /&gt;                 is an ensnarement&lt;br /&gt;                 from which there is no release.&lt;br /&gt;                 But I do not wish release.&lt;br /&gt;                 I wish to stay entrapped forever.&lt;br /&gt;                 With you for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;                 Our hearts, always as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-6302167632082373361?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/6302167632082373361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=6302167632082373361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6302167632082373361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6302167632082373361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/entrapment.html' title='An Entrapment'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQIRjBx4ynI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F0vF_Y9528w/s72-c/entrapment3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-774440000968123905</id><published>2008-10-24T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:07:15.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Special World'/><title type='text'>A Special World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQIOxWhoeVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sJIv1MgYLlM/s1600-h/1365930738_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQIOxWhoeVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sJIv1MgYLlM/s400/1365930738_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260783555745184082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A special world for you and me&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;A special bond one cannot see&lt;br /&gt;                 It wraps us up in its cocoon&lt;br /&gt;                 And holds us fiercely in its womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Its fingers spread like fine spun gold&lt;br /&gt;                 Gently nestling us to the fold&lt;br /&gt;                 Like silken thread it holds us fast&lt;br /&gt;                 Bonds like this are meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   And though at times a thread may break&lt;br /&gt;                 A new one forms in its wake&lt;br /&gt;                 To bind us closer and keep us strong&lt;br /&gt;                 In a special world, where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-774440000968123905?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/774440000968123905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=774440000968123905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/774440000968123905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/774440000968123905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-world.html' title='A Special World'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQIOxWhoeVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sJIv1MgYLlM/s72-c/1365930738_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-142435811857126536</id><published>2008-10-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:01:47.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saying I Do'/><title type='text'>Saying I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQINfN1DtUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fGlbYL7eVzU/s1600-h/1183423716_icsother74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQINfN1DtUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fGlbYL7eVzU/s400/1183423716_icsother74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260782144661468482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I do&lt;br /&gt;                 Is more than saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;                 It goes beyond describing how my love is true&lt;br /&gt;                 Because words are not enough to express my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Saying I do&lt;br /&gt;                 Is like saying I am here for you&lt;br /&gt;                 That I am ready to see what the future may bring&lt;br /&gt;                 Because we are together in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Saying I do&lt;br /&gt;                 Is saying I am now complete because of you&lt;br /&gt;                 That the pieces of the puzzle called "my life"&lt;br /&gt;                 Becomes a beautiful picture called "our love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  And now I am saying "I DO"&lt;br /&gt;                  As I walk down the aisle with you&lt;br /&gt;                 This is a lifetime promise that I will hold&lt;br /&gt;                 A promise I make until we grow old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-142435811857126536?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/142435811857126536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=142435811857126536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/142435811857126536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/142435811857126536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/saying-i-do.html' title='Saying I Do'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQINfN1DtUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fGlbYL7eVzU/s72-c/1183423716_icsother74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-4812177132874290169</id><published>2008-10-24T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:15:57.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;ll be forever'/><title type='text'>You'll be forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQICgUSxmUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wOyPnW8Pz64/s1600-h/LithiumDreamsLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQICgUSxmUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wOyPnW8Pz64/s400/LithiumDreamsLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260770068948687170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perfect, and touches me deep&lt;br /&gt;                 First thing in the morning, when I hear you speak&lt;br /&gt;                 And last thing at night as you bid me sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;                 The brush of your lips lets me know what you mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   And all of the hours that pass through the day&lt;br /&gt;                 Those spent together and when you're away&lt;br /&gt;                 I think of you always, imagine your touch&lt;br /&gt;                 Think how to show you, I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   So when we're apart, and you long for me near&lt;br /&gt;                 Just try to remember, you're already here&lt;br /&gt;                 For deep in my heart, where no one can see&lt;br /&gt;                 You'll be forever, together we'll be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-4812177132874290169?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/4812177132874290169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=4812177132874290169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/4812177132874290169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/4812177132874290169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/youll-be-forever.html' title='You&apos;ll be forever'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQICgUSxmUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wOyPnW8Pz64/s72-c/LithiumDreamsLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-8922695784552799287</id><published>2008-10-24T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:18:26.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessed'/><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH-6sv2gGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AUzHB9EDLfg/s1600-h/blessed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH-6sv2gGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AUzHB9EDLfg/s400/blessed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766124143181922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blessed I am that you are in my life&lt;br /&gt;                Not a day goes by when I do not think of you&lt;br /&gt;                You make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;                To you I do not have to prove myself&lt;br /&gt;                For you know me&lt;br /&gt;                I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 How blessed I am that you are in my life&lt;br /&gt;                How honoured I am to be a part of yours&lt;br /&gt;                Memories made and shared&lt;br /&gt;                With you the one I love&lt;br /&gt;                My friend, my lover, my queen&lt;br /&gt;                'Til the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-8922695784552799287?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/8922695784552799287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=8922695784552799287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8922695784552799287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8922695784552799287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH-6sv2gGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AUzHB9EDLfg/s72-c/blessed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-8505635037344533299</id><published>2008-10-24T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:18:55.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart Remembers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH8MhHuVZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VyF3DwU1G9Q/s1600-h/moncoeur.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH8MhHuVZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VyF3DwU1G9Q/s400/moncoeur.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763131724846482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;A memory burned within, from a heartfelt second long ago&lt;br /&gt;              a moment... one single moment, that only a heart can remember&lt;br /&gt;              a fleeting thought, gone astray, but the feeling looms inside you&lt;br /&gt;              a boy and a girl... so far apart, so long the days&lt;br /&gt;              that it took their hearts to remind them...&lt;br /&gt;              how fortunate they are, that a heart...&lt;br /&gt;              can return a fleeting thought,&lt;br /&gt;              one single moment, or a memory burned within...&lt;br /&gt;              so they can now live as one&lt;br /&gt;              as only inside true love, can such a past remain&lt;br /&gt;              until... it's found again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-8505635037344533299?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/8505635037344533299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=8505635037344533299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8505635037344533299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8505635037344533299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/memory-burned-within-from-heartfelt.html' title='A Heart Remembers'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH8MhHuVZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VyF3DwU1G9Q/s72-c/moncoeur.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-1810468480446431488</id><published>2008-10-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:32:38.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Fateful Day'/><title type='text'>One Fateful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH4hVBDQjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/69IoO5rZMJE/s1600-h/9274259_6abbe63dba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH4hVBDQjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/69IoO5rZMJE/s400/9274259_6abbe63dba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260759091206373938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No river's span is quite as vast&lt;br /&gt;                No mountain's reach so high.&lt;br /&gt;                No rose's scent is quite as sweet&lt;br /&gt;                As the love I hold inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Every time I see your face and&lt;br /&gt;                Every time you smile,&lt;br /&gt;                Every time I kiss your lips,&lt;br /&gt;                My love grows all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I’m the luckiest man to walk the earth&lt;br /&gt;                To know a love like yours&lt;br /&gt;                Loving is so easy now&lt;br /&gt;                You’ve opened my heart’s doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   And I'll love you 'til my life has ceased&lt;br /&gt;                And still more with my soul&lt;br /&gt;                Because that fateful day we met,&lt;br /&gt;                My heart you forever stole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-1810468480446431488?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/1810468480446431488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=1810468480446431488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/1810468480446431488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/1810468480446431488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-fateful-day.html' title='One Fateful Day'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH4hVBDQjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/69IoO5rZMJE/s72-c/9274259_6abbe63dba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-3709645288060567120</id><published>2008-10-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:28:12.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awakening'/><title type='text'>Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH3fyB2-OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-a3Yk8ZnJRs/s1600-h/The+Awakening.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH3fyB2-OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-a3Yk8ZnJRs/s200/The+Awakening.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757965123025122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   A gentle kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   A suspended moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   Of perfect bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                    That precious feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   As eyes first meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   Bodies entwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   In sleepy heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                    Fingers touching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   Breath as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   Hearts in rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   We greet the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                    Content, in truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   Just to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   Simply enjoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                   You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-3709645288060567120?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/3709645288060567120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=3709645288060567120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3709645288060567120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3709645288060567120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/awakening.html' title='Awakening'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SQH3fyB2-OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-a3Yk8ZnJRs/s72-c/The+Awakening.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-9188811125277406721</id><published>2008-10-13T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:04:39.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freeze This Moment'/><title type='text'>Freeze This Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPT6D6eiYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zwuBORKCeKo/s1600-h/2473694850_1147e8b19a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPT6D6eiYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zwuBORKCeKo/s200/2473694850_1147e8b19a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256778184507951490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We were sitting on your rooftop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  Staring at the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  The sun was dipping lower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  I looked into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  You saw what I was feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  I know you felt it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  We wanted time to just stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  Then forever there'd be me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  Why can't we freeze this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  Return to it in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  Stay together through the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  Proclaim I'm yours and you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  So let us freeze this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  Store it safely away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  Even if we leave this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  We'll return to it someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-9188811125277406721?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/9188811125277406721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=9188811125277406721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/9188811125277406721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/9188811125277406721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/freeze-this-moment.html' title='Freeze This Moment'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPT6D6eiYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zwuBORKCeKo/s72-c/2473694850_1147e8b19a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-4382691123495299037</id><published>2008-10-13T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:39:17.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPOAZ4PUcI/AAAAAAAAAII/aepIefw8NC0/s1600-h/010642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPOAZ4PUcI/AAAAAAAAAII/aepIefw8NC0/s200/010642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256771696413594050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Beautiful eyes open across a pillow top,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  It seems for this moment time will stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  The earth slows and sounds wane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  A frozen moment without stain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                    Your body close to mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  Our hearts beat in time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  With a smile of simple pleasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  This moment should last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                    Some say perfection is unattainable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  For most things that's explainable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  But in your arms and with your heart's affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                  I have found a brief moment of perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-4382691123495299037?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/4382691123495299037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=4382691123495299037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/4382691123495299037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/4382691123495299037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-moment.html' title='A Perfect Moment'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPOAZ4PUcI/AAAAAAAAAII/aepIefw8NC0/s72-c/010642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-9047438090108794230</id><published>2008-10-13T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:36:01.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe'/><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPMsKAtGDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bwgsbLlCczQ/s1600-h/BelieveButterflyfortile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPMsKAtGDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bwgsbLlCczQ/s200/BelieveButterflyfortile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770249045121074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What Is There,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 To Believe In During Life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Nothing Lasts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Aside From Strife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Life May Perish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Life May End,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Our Soul We May Give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Our Soul We May Spend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 But Our Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 That Eternal Flame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Will Never Dim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Will Never Change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 It Will Forever Last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 When All Other Lights Leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 For You Light My Life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 You Make Me Believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-9047438090108794230?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/9047438090108794230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=9047438090108794230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/9047438090108794230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/9047438090108794230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPMsKAtGDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bwgsbLlCczQ/s72-c/BelieveButterflyfortile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-1228207037616984753</id><published>2008-10-13T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:17:53.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Key To My Heart'/><title type='text'>Key To My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPIR8M7PKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oHRKdKNNirY/s1600-h/YOU+ARE+THE+KEY+TO+MY+HEART+-Thumb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPIR8M7PKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oHRKdKNNirY/s200/YOU+ARE+THE+KEY+TO+MY+HEART+-Thumb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256765400615173282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I had closed the door upon my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 And wouldn't let anyone in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 I had trusted and loved only to be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 But, that would never happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   I had locked the door and tossed the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                As hard, and as far as I could,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Love would never enter there again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 My heart was closed for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   Then you came into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 And made me change my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Just when I thought that tiny key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 was impossible to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                   That's when you held out your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 And proved to me I was wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 Inside your palm was the key to my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                 You had it all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-1228207037616984753?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/1228207037616984753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=1228207037616984753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/1228207037616984753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/1228207037616984753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/key-to-my-heart.html' title='Key To My Heart'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPIR8M7PKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oHRKdKNNirY/s72-c/YOU+ARE+THE+KEY+TO+MY+HEART+-Thumb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-5227483811636502956</id><published>2008-10-11T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T06:35:54.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love with you'/><title type='text'>Still love with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPCrjqAd_WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/a8iO2tO6g_M/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255889394201394530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPCrjqAd_WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/a8iO2tO6g_M/s200/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When love is an affliction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's not much one can do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite the way you've treated me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still in love with you..................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-5227483811636502956?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/5227483811636502956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=5227483811636502956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/5227483811636502956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/5227483811636502956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-love-with-you.html' title='Still love with you'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPCrjqAd_WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/a8iO2tO6g_M/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-8135693293785397188</id><published>2008-10-10T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:28:12.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love&apos;s Trinity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><title type='text'>Love's Trinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SO_k2OeZ_AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8GORAcKpCbU/s1600-h/515228_pink_rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SO_k2OeZ_AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8GORAcKpCbU/s320/515228_pink_rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255670910414355458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul, heart, and body, we thus singly name,&lt;br /&gt;Are not in love divisible and distinct,&lt;br /&gt;But each with each inseparably link'd.&lt;br /&gt;One is not honour, and the other shame,&lt;br /&gt;But burn as closely fused as fuel, heat, and flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not love who give the body and keep&lt;br /&gt;The heart ungiven; nor they who yield the soul,&lt;br /&gt;And guard the body. Love doth give the whole;&lt;br /&gt;Its range being high as heaven, as ocean deep,&lt;br /&gt;Wide as the realms of air or planet's curving sweep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-8135693293785397188?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/8135693293785397188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=8135693293785397188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8135693293785397188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8135693293785397188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/loves-trinity.html' title='Love&apos;s Trinity'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SO_k2OeZ_AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8GORAcKpCbU/s72-c/515228_pink_rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-4541401381742249165</id><published>2008-10-08T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T06:38:27.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is Love............................'/><title type='text'>What is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SO0kzmeSwAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FYAi0aQEui0/s1600-h/pic013.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254896809130770434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SO0kzmeSwAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FYAi0aQEui0/s320/pic013.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It is Love that gives me purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to change and grow and learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It is Love that guides me on this path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and helps me choose each turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It is Love that gives me courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to stand against my fears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to open up my heart to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to let you see my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It is Love that gives me trust and hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;when things go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When distance stands between us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it is Love that keeps me strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It is Love that offers harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and a friendship that is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How wonderful that I can share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a Love like this with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-4541401381742249165?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/4541401381742249165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=4541401381742249165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/4541401381742249165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/4541401381742249165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-love-that-gives-me-purpose-to.html' title='What is Love'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SO0kzmeSwAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FYAi0aQEui0/s72-c/pic013.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-782639065500192260</id><published>2008-10-08T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:41:07.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here I love you'/><title type='text'>Here I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SO0oWIe5GyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JuJolNGYSzE/s1600-h/kiss_klimt_love.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SO0oWIe5GyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JuJolNGYSzE/s320/kiss_klimt_love.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254900700910525218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The snow unfurls in dancing figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A silver gull slips down from the west.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh the black cross of a ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Far away the sea sounds and resounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is a port.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love you still among these cold things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that cross the sea towards no arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love what I do not have. You are so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But night comes and starts to sing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The moon turns its clockwork dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And as I love you, the pines in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-782639065500192260?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SO0oWIe5GyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JuJolNGYSzE/s72-c/kiss_klimt_love.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-3809170257877016285</id><published>2008-10-07T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:48:13.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You On Your Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I Want To Say I Love You On Your Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I want to say I love you on your birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Though love is something you don’t want from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Things didn’t go so well when I last said it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And so I’ll keep it silent in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But how the words reverberate within me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A song that I must struggle not to sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A music I must dance to without motion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A poem that I must never read aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Your wishes are a wall I would not scale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yet won’t abandon, loathe to leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I cannot have, and cannot bear to lose you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And so I send you this in my despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-3809170257877016285?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/3809170257877016285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=3809170257877016285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3809170257877016285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3809170257877016285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-on-your-birthday.html' title='I Love You On Your Birthday!'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-1789539181627578544</id><published>2008-10-07T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:35:53.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE IS LOVE'/><title type='text'>LOVE IS LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;LOVE IS LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;HATE IS HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;SORRY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;BUT UR TO LATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I PLAY MY CARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&amp;amp; I PLAY THEM KOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ILL BE UR LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;BUT NOT UR “FOOL”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-1789539181627578544?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/1789539181627578544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=1789539181627578544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/1789539181627578544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/1789539181627578544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-is-love.html' title='LOVE IS LOVE'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-9045073827360641488</id><published>2008-10-07T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:32:22.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is when'/><title type='text'>Love is when</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Love is when someone likes your ways,&lt;br /&gt;and you like their ways too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;that person will always have a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;and that loved ones always you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-133"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;not how they look.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;some people steel other’s heart’s&lt;br /&gt;but its not always in a book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-9045073827360641488?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/9045073827360641488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=9045073827360641488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/9045073827360641488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/9045073827360641488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-is-when.html' title='Love is when'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-280511540224600789</id><published>2008-10-03T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:43:17.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart and Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart beat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Heart and Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Knowing life can be rough&lt;br /&gt;You carry an image of being macho and tough&lt;br /&gt;But the closer we get&lt;br /&gt;The less you fret&lt;br /&gt;Peeling off your tough skin&lt;br /&gt;You allow my love to seep in&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your softer side&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;So I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you won't tear it apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treat me better than I think you should&lt;br /&gt;But I love you more than I ever thought I would&lt;br /&gt;So baby please take my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Just promise me you'll never let them go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-280511540224600789?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/280511540224600789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=280511540224600789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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like an Iceberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Love is like an iceberg in that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Most is not observed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The deep part grinds against far shores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;No port has ever served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My feelings for you are beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;All words, all thoughts, all knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My love lies deep beneath my sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;With need and passion showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But the bulk of it moves silently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Counting days in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I think of you and suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My heart is wrenched with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I feel within me something huge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Unseen but lovely, move;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I know I'm just a breath across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This dark and awesome love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-3547615709459822406?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-3794085567708864384</id><published>2008-09-30T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:21:46.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Mood Is like a Cloudy Noon'/><title type='text'>My Mood Is like a Cloudy Noon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My mood is like a cloudy noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Waiting for the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Or like a sailing ship that can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Set sail without the tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I fidget in my emptiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Not knowing where to run;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yet when you're near I can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What's going on inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's too bad feelings swim so deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Too deep for anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To grasp them as they squiggle through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And take them for a ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-3794085567708864384?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-2936680842220568838</id><published>2008-09-29T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:28:12.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="line-height: 1.25em;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;When April bends above me&lt;br /&gt;And finds me fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;Dust need not keep the secret&lt;br /&gt;A live heart died to keep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When April tells the thrushes,&lt;br /&gt;The meadow-larks will know,&lt;br /&gt;And pipe the three words lightly&lt;br /&gt;To all the winds that blow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above his roof the swallows,&lt;br /&gt;In notes like far-blown rain,&lt;br /&gt;Will tell the little sparrow&lt;br /&gt;Beside his window-pane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O sparrow, little sparrow,&lt;br /&gt;When I am fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Then tell my love the secret&lt;br /&gt;That I have died to keep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-2936680842220568838?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/2936680842220568838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=2936680842220568838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/2936680842220568838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Is it possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Could complete me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You're the only one I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The only one I think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The only one I truly love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You've treated me wrong sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As I've done the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But everyone makes mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And your not one of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Be with me for the rest of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'll give you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And you give me your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-7807929944427754397?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/7807929944427754397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=7807929944427754397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7807929944427754397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7807929944427754397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-one.html' title='You&apos;re The One'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-5018847445952146532</id><published>2008-09-23T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:15:05.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about you'/><title type='text'>Everlasting Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre class="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What is it about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That makes my stomach turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My heart beat fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My mouth curl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Is it your beautiful smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Your sexy lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The sweetness of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Or just what whisper me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The many things we had and shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The sunsets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The candlelight dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Our passion and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The ways we talked and laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Were only dreams before we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now turned into reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;How I wish this will last for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-5018847445952146532?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/5018847445952146532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=5018847445952146532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/5018847445952146532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/5018847445952146532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/everlasting-love.html' title='Everlasting Love'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-745160814967801463</id><published>2008-09-23T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:13:56.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love filling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre class="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Feeling your love caress my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Feeling your light touch my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Feeling like the golden sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Feeling the way you move me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Feeling your mind touch my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Knowing I can't lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;For you are my life, heart, and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Forever I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-745160814967801463?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/745160814967801463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=745160814967801463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/745160814967801463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/745160814967801463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling.html' title='Feeling'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-7526650860269235808</id><published>2008-09-23T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:12:33.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why i love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love you'/><title type='text'>Why I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: courier new;" class="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've never seen you&lt;br /&gt;Or touched your skin&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt your lips&lt;br /&gt;Or held you tight&lt;br /&gt;But I know I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of the way you look&lt;br /&gt;Or because of that sexy voice&lt;br /&gt;Not because of the things you say&lt;br /&gt;But because of whom you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet I will kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And hold you all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Because it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-7526650860269235808?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/7526650860269235808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=7526650860269235808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7526650860269235808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7526650860269235808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-love-you.html' title='Why I Love You'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-8763982865595470087</id><published>2008-09-23T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:10:20.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><title type='text'>One Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre class="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;One kiss is all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To take away my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And give me a healthy smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;One kiss is all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To give me hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And take on life as it comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;One kiss is all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To know your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And hold them forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;One kiss is all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To show you I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And be there for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-8763982865595470087?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/8763982865595470087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=8763982865595470087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8763982865595470087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8763982865595470087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-kiss.html' title='One Kiss'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-5196767280503345151</id><published>2008-09-23T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:08:38.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='without you'/><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre class="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My tears are flowing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As my mind wonders and heart beats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My body is nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And as the wetness of my cheek are beginning to dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And my thoughts weaken and try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel like nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The beats within my chest were real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Something that no one will ever steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When there is nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But as I try to forget you more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My body grows weaker and begins to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mind floats, rises to react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know I'm nothing without you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-5196767280503345151?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/5196767280503345151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=5196767280503345151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/5196767280503345151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/5196767280503345151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-3217279383260324325</id><published>2008-09-23T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:05:20.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart beat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanting you'/><title type='text'>Wanting You</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre class="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You are so amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel nothing but cravings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You make me feel so ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Chills rush down my spine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My heart beats fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel warmth throughout my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All I hope for is just one kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your sweet lips against mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My arms around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Holding you until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-3217279383260324325?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/3217279383260324325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=3217279383260324325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3217279383260324325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3217279383260324325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanting-you.html' title='Wanting You'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-2951107487707792850</id><published>2008-09-18T11:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:18:40.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='made for each other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>AN ONLINE LOVE STORY</title><content type='html'>Five years after registering with Thaimate.com, the matchmaking web site connected Suphakan Tiangpoonwong, 31 and her husband Phaiboon with each other. The two married in March last year after dating for nine months. Suphakan is an office worker, while Phaiboon is a navy officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just broke up with my boyfriend when I first registered with ThaiMate, feeling a bit lonely and bored with the same old circle of friends and people I met everyday. I hoped the web site will enlarge my world, and allow me to meet new people, " says Suphakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many guys approached her before Phaiboon, but she turned them down after a few phone calls and dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For some I can tell they're not the right ones just after the first talk. Many guys turned out to be so impolite and tricky I don't hesitate to reject them after the first date. People from the cyberworld can be good or bad, so we have to use our careful judgement with them," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Phaiboon, Suphakan didn't trust him at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He introduced himself in his first mail, saying he wanted to know me, and asked for my phone number. I think that's weird. How can a man I never know ask for my phone number since the first mail? I was afraid he's a psychopath and didn't reply," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Phaiboon kept writing to her. He explained he didn't have much time logging into the net, so he would like to get to her on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four to five mails, the woman replied. Then they started talking on the phone, and Suphakan felt something click between her and Phaiboon. He kept calling her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's always nice and polite. We continued emailing and talking, and I felt that despite many differences, we share a lot in common and can get along very well," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months after they are connected, she decided they should meet. Phaiboon at first was reluctant, fearing she would be disappointed when seeing him. But Suphakan insisted on her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I felt our relationship had progressed to certain level. I told him we had to meet so as to know if we can go any further. If it didn't work, then we should quit. We're getting older and I don't think we should waste more time with the wrong one," she explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first meeting was in front of the Government Lottery Office on Ratchadamnoen Road. They had dinner and talk. Since then, love begins to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truly, his look is not my type, but the experiences teach me I can't get all I want. As long as he's a good guy, always nice to me, and we can get along well, I want nothing more," says Suphakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to marry each other nine months after dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know we're not at the crossroads anymore. We've lived our lives and are ready to settle down with someone. It's our luck that we've found each other," she says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-2951107487707792850?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/2951107487707792850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=2951107487707792850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/2951107487707792850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/2951107487707792850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/online-love-story.html' title='AN ONLINE LOVE STORY'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-2132274473812513522</id><published>2008-09-18T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:22:40.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent love'/><title type='text'>A Silent Love</title><content type='html'>From the very Beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often causes the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endures it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leaves, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-2132274473812513522?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/2132274473812513522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=2132274473812513522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/2132274473812513522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/2132274473812513522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/silent-love.html' title='A Silent Love'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-8275295770469911099</id><published>2008-09-18T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:42:18.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all my love'/><title type='text'>Let Me LOVE You</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was once a guy who was very much in love with this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of papercranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualise any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then... heartbroken, the guy agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hardwork and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never fail until you stop trying." he always told himself. "I must make it in life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realise those were his ex-girlfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He had made it in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the guy can realise, the couple was walking towards a cemetary,and he got out of his car and followed them...and he saw his ex-girlfriend, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his precious papercranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had wanted her parents to put his papercranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him. The guy just wept ...the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-8275295770469911099?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/8275295770469911099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=8275295770469911099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8275295770469911099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/8275295770469911099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-love-you.html' title='Let Me LOVE You'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-6659695507771097281</id><published>2008-09-16T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:34:35.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arab;"&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Salem;"&gt;An empty street, an empty house&lt;br /&gt;I hold inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone, the rooms are getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why, I wonder where they are&lt;br /&gt;The days we had, the songs we sang together.(oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my love, I'm holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the love that seems soo far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo I say it in a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And hope my dreams will take it there&lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are bule, the sea is once again... my love.&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;Find the place I love the most&lt;br /&gt;Where the fields are green, the sea is once again... my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to read, I know the work&lt;br /&gt;I left them with my friends&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop to keep myself from thinking. (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why, I wonder where they are&lt;br /&gt;The days we had, the songs we sang together.(oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my love, I'm holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the love that seems soo far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo I say it in a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And hope my dreams will take it there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Salem;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Salem;"&gt;Where the skies are blue, the sea is once again... my love.&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;Find the place I love the most&lt;br /&gt;Where the fields are green, the sea is once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;To promise you my love&lt;br /&gt;To tell you from the heart&lt;br /&gt;You're all I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the love that seems soo far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo I say it in a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And hope my dreams will take its there&lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are blue, the sea is once again... my love.&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;Find the place I love the most&lt;br /&gt;Where the fields are green, the sea is once again... my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it in a prayer (my sweet love)&lt;br /&gt;Dreams will take it there&lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are blue (woah yeah),&lt;br /&gt;the sea is once again my love. (oh my love)&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;Find the place I love the most&lt;br /&gt;Where the fields are green, the sea is once again.... My Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Salem;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-6659695507771097281?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/6659695507771097281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=6659695507771097281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6659695507771097281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6659695507771097281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love_16.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-2443943111144272436</id><published>2008-09-16T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:38:37.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love for You Is like the Surging Sea</title><content type='html'>My love for you is like the surging sea,&lt;br /&gt;Wild and passionate against the sand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the surf withdrawing helplessly;&lt;br /&gt;You're the firm and finely sculpted land.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as the wind caresses grass,&lt;br /&gt;Running gentle fingers through its hair.&lt;br /&gt;I whisper my sweet nothings as I pass;&lt;br /&gt;You bend away as if you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I am like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Shining down on you with hot desire.&lt;br /&gt;You tan yourself precisely 12:00 to 1:00,&lt;br /&gt;Then shade yourself from my too ardent fire.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, words! Why do I care? What do they say?&lt;br /&gt;But I'm in love, so there's no other way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-2443943111144272436?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/2443943111144272436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=2443943111144272436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/2443943111144272436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/2443943111144272436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love-for-you-is-like-surging-sea.html' title='My Love for You Is like the Surging Sea'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-6562001167020122512</id><published>2008-09-16T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:43:47.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Ever Wanted Is in You</title><content type='html'>All I ever wanted is in you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, laughter, a pillow for my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give and to be given to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I might feel myself flow through the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive in you, the wonder of my tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-6562001167020122512?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/6562001167020122512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=6562001167020122512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6562001167020122512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/6562001167020122512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-i-ever-wanted-is-in-you.html' title='All I Ever Wanted Is in You'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-3534579766447121928</id><published>2008-09-15T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:10:39.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all my love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love forever'/><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPVPLB6GsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v6EwJbV813U/s1600-h/H-1All+My+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPVPLB6GsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v6EwJbV813U/s200/H-1All+My+Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256779646707047106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My love is like an ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;it goes down so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my love is like a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;whose beauty you want to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My love is like a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;that will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my love is like a dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;with a beautiful message to send.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My love is like a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;that goes on and on forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my love is like a prisoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;it’s to you that I surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-3534579766447121928?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/3534579766447121928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=3534579766447121928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3534579766447121928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/3534579766447121928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SPPVPLB6GsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v6EwJbV813U/s72-c/H-1All+My+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3203304468220980167.post-7718282807649687832</id><published>2008-07-26T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:22:44.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is Love?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;What is love? It is one of the most difficult questions for the mankind. Centuries have passed by, relationships have bloomed and so has love. But no one can give the proper definition of love. To some “Love is friendship set on fire” for others “Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it”. No matter how you define it or feel it, love is the eternal truth in the history of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;You can only understand Love by knowing what it is not... because there is no way of knowing what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think that there are many different kinds of love, but this is not true. There is only one Love and that is unconditional Love. You hear people say they Love this or that when, what they really mean is like or they have great affection.&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance your mother or father, many people will say they Love them, but this not true because this thing they think is Love is "CONDITIONED" and is therefor not Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that has a condition has a beginning and ultimately an end... and Love has no end or beginning. Please be aware that not even your thoughts can touch Love because they too have an end and a beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is akin to "TRUTH" in fact they are one and the same thing. When you have that thing that touches you inside is it a reminder, or recognition to that which is experienced from the outside. In other words what you see outside is also inside and you respond to it accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in fact you actually are Truth... That's why it makes sense to Love all those you meet even if they don't like you, they can't help it because they have not realised the Truth.&lt;br /&gt;It's a very difficult thing to put into words because words are so limited and Love has not limits... Hope this helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3203304468220980167-7718282807649687832?l=whatislove-milind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/feeds/7718282807649687832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3203304468220980167&amp;postID=7718282807649687832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7718282807649687832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3203304468220980167/posts/default/7718282807649687832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatislove-milind.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Milind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05493947857393618551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPqeS63xOTI/SM7JlX112vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BAJx8xVXH3M/S220/Akshay.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
