I wrote a few thousand words in my romance novel. Not nearly as much as I wanted, but more than I had before.

Read more: Up and Down

It also happens in the dating scene quite a bit. While I totally believe that physical attraction has a lot to do with chemicals, I believe our environment plays a huge role. Even if we have someone that we totally click with in many levels, the pressure of our peers can sometimes make it impossible for us to date someone that does not meet a certain standard.

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Romance in the office is the topic du jour on Valentine’s Day. This year is no exception as BusinessWeek offers The Ethics of Office Romance. I did enjoy the author’s take:

Read more: The Annual Valentine’s Story

Los dos siguientes valores, son la palabra "amor" y la palabra "love poems" con una notable diferencia de valores presenta también característicos picos cuando se acerca la fecha indicad. Así que ya saben, cuando el día señalado el novio les presente un hermoso "poema de amor", ya sabrán de dónde lo habrá sacado.

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Randee's brainstorms, however, had not forgotten about love letters, about the writing down of sentiment, about our awkward scratching of a pencil or pen on paper and its forming these intimate loops and arcs and curves. Choreographic elements aside, talking about letters and writing led to the query: what is the grammar of love? I began to wonder if I could realize grammar in sound, and what of this very specific grammar...the grammar of love...what might its rhythms and cadences sound like?

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Think of all those love letters full of “I’ll love you forever” statements and drawn hearts you sent along your life. Now imagine being “forbidden” to write them just because you were born XY instead of XX. How boring!

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Tonight is very long,
Longer than last night,
Longer than ever,
And may be longer than tomorrow.

Tonight i leave the place that I'll remember for my entire life,
Tonight I've become real man because the sky is dark,
Darken than last night,
Darken than ever,
The stars more further,
Further than last night..

Tonight, I'll create a future
Future for tomorrow night,
But i can't,
I lost,
I cry,
And I ponder,

Yes, i ponder,
And there's the answer,
That I've already know,
I've already learned,
I've already answered.

The red world,
The red sky,
The red blood,
The red life,
It's all about my memories.

I never lie
Because i don't want you to cry.

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Stopped his legs, blink his eyes
someone feeling so shy
so beautiful, so pretty
for her, he could die.

Seeing him, bowed her head
intervally giving a peep
nothing, so beautiful, he ever saw
mind vacant, heart went deep.

Party running on full swing
standing young, bee with no wing
what perfect thing he find
with his inward sight unblind.

All the naughty, looking was he
no thought, who could be?
just the beauty and its charm
in the wedding party farm.

Looked his friend, on his face
nothing for him on to trace
made him sit on his chair
ask him, what he dare?

No reply, young could give
"anything?" asked again to give
shaked his head, eyes flattered
now reply, how he clattered.

Smiled the lass, smiled the heaven
accepted everything, all given
smiled the gentle, all the way
got the universe, on that day.

All his whole, full in delight
for her lovely, just a sight
hand is ever at his hips
bowed down lass, eyes at hips.

Moved her lips full of love
replied the young with lips curve
she had stand, he too had
her head moved and made him mad.

All the pleasures he could get
love in her, he could set
forwarded her legs towards the wise
almighty god in the skies.

Near to him is his crown
moved his head up and down
sang the birds and bees dance
all the wonders on his glance.

Eyes all wondered what he see
flattered hand, that was she
delighted heart met the throne
"I Love You" in her tone.

Moved his hand, happy glowing fire
a pull to him, came for retire
"Excuse me", harsh and loud
got her hand among the crowd.

Shook his head all in amaze
with his hungry eyes he gaze
kisses and clungings are on run
paled his face losing fun.

Went his love with showy plays
remained he loving all the days
most delighting since he born
left him the blushes and the mourn.

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Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith "A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"

Read more: Grow old along with me.� Robert Browning

Rilke knew the meaning of the hidden heart. I first came across the German poet while i worked at Bookworm in Lampeter, 2003. I had a lot of time to fumble through the titles. “Book of Hours: Love Poems to God”, jumped out to me immediately, although it was a good three months later before i opened her. I guess i was little skittish, like a new lover i was somewhat scared of the intensity i felt over a title.

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I hung out with todd (the-loupe guy) and his lovely girlfriend, dr. lara. I met them at typhoon (ritzel’s recommendation!) at the santa monica airport. I would say it was the perfect spot to meet for drinks. we didn’t sample any of the crickets or the scorpion seahorse juice (next time!), but i got a healthy dose of nice, fun, good conversation. they made me laugh a lot. one thing for sure is that that kind of social interaction is making me a happier person.

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Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.

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Another well-worn link making the rounds today was this article about Thomas Hardy’s love poems to Emma. It’s an emotional story, filled with depth of feeling and love, regret and remorse.

Read more: A TRIP TO THE NERD BRAIN

Well, as I’ve said, I used to do the mail sorting as a marketing assistant for a magazine company. Sometimes, I would get mail that was sent to us by mistake. Since I’m too lazy to return them to the mailman, I would either throw them away or….read them. I kept two interesting love letters that, because of a lazy marketing assistant, did not reach their intended recipients. What if they lost their chance for true love because they didn’t get their lover’s message?

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Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

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