Love....

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake then it subsides. And
when it subsides you have to make a decision; you
have to work out whether your roots have become
so entwined together that it is inconceivable that
you two should ever part, because this is what love
is. Love is not breathlessness; it is not excitement,it
is not the desire to mate every second of the day,
it's not laying awake at night imagining to be together.
No, that is just being in love, which any of us can
convince ourselves we are. Love, itself, is what is left over when being in
love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting does it?

But, it is. ---Captain Corelli's Mandolin
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i live in d memory of my love
who lives in d ocean of my heart
just like a butterfly flyin in d sky
she took my heart away
and made me so shy..........

that today when i think of him
she comes to my mind
as my everythin
as an important part of my life
she is nowhere but just in my imagination
that keeps me alive all this while.......