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Sunday 18 May 2008 @ 9:36 am
amanda.paris asked:
I’ve allways dreamed about true love and it scares me that i might not be able to find it.Guys and Girls what do you think.
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I’ve allways dreamed about true love and it scares me that i might not be able to find it.Guys and Girls what do you think.
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Tuesday 29 April 2008 @ 7:09 am
laughing asked:
I’ve been wondering about this for ahwile. I mean, your actual heart is kinda ovalish, right? So why do love hearts look different from the organ heart, and how did they get that look? Thanks to any answers that help!
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I’ve been wondering about this for ahwile. I mean, your actual heart is kinda ovalish, right? So why do love hearts look different from the organ heart, and how did they get that look? Thanks to any answers that help!
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Monday 3 March 2008 @ 7:52 am
T-r0ublez asked:
like what if you find true love and you dont realize till it;s too late?
I mean what if you had them and they slipped away??
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like what if you find true love and you dont realize till it;s too late?
I mean what if you had them and they slipped away??
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Monday 21 January 2008 @ 5:16 pm
gujju gal asked:
What are the qualities of true love shown in the poem?plz help……………..
What are the qualities of true love shown in the poem?plz help……………..
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet CXVI) ”
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
– William Shakespeare
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