I love you

[Xhuxhumaku]

Title: I love you...

By: lisette

I LOVE YOU...
for believing in me
for making me understand the whole essence of life.
I LOVE YOU...
for making me happy
for cheering me up when I feel that everyone is
turning against me.
I LOVE YOU...
for making me true to myself
for teaching me to accept that life indeed
has its shares of ups and downs
I LOVE YOU...
for making me feel beautiful inside and out
for capturing the essence of my soul
I LOVE YOU...
for making me confident that I can make a mark
in this crazy world.
I LOVE YOU...
for making me feel that no matter how much pain
I have to endure,
you will never leave me at my lowest point.
I LOVE YOU...
for having been the moving force in my lonely
and solitary life.
AND NOT MANY WORDS CAN REALLY EXPRESS THE DEPTH OF MY LOVE FOR YOU.
ONE THING I SURELY KNOW IS I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE
ITSELF.
THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME.

Marre nga http://loveisgreat.com

[Xhuxhumaku]

MY ANGEL

Richard Hooban

Your beauty hints of an angel fallen down to earth.
Your purity reminds me of a child at birth.
Surely you are a goddess free from all blame.
To compare you to a rose would bring it only shame.
Your eyes glisten like the stars in the vastness up above.
Your smile tells of a white dove lost in love.
To hold you in my arms close to me.
Would grant happiness for eternity.

[Xhuxhumaku]

THIS LOVE

Les Vierges

Oh, to just touch his hand! The smallest part
Of his divine self... To caress; express
A little of this love.

Precious kisses, tokens of affection,
With your name on them, have I saved for you.
To give to you, my love!

Touch his hand, touch his lips. Touch also his heart
I wish to do.. For my heart, he has touched.
I wish to know his love.

I know someday he will touch all of me--
Everywhere, inside and out. We will touch,
We will join, we will love.

To kiss, to touch, deeply sharing our love.
Nothing will satisfy me, 'til we do!
Darling, requite this love!

[Xhuxhumaku]

COME UP HERE

Les Vierges

In my mind’s eye, I see
my beloved as an angel with wings.
A messenger from God.
Powerful. Incorruptible. Timeless.

He’s beautiful. Perfect.
And he’s all business. He comes and he brings
Precious packages, gifts
That heal my heart, and bring tears to my eyes.

Heaven sent, his presence,
His very self, his soul is everything
Which is precious to me.
He flies, floats above me, so light and bright

Blessing my life with love,
He picks me up, and together, we rise
In joy, rapture, through clouds
And sky, to the very stars, up so high

That I can barely breathe.
His eyes tell me that Love will sustain me,
I have nothing to fear.
The fear tells me, to fall from such a height,

I’d die. But, we never will.
The love is stronger, and makes the fear die.
Love lives on, as do we.
Bravely, daring to love, daring to hope,

Finding the beautiful
Paradise of promise, where we can dwell
Safely, at peace, in love.
Our hearts become full, but they do not burst.

Instead, they grow larger,
Able to reach back, to sorrowful earth,
Other hearts there, broken,
Crying out. Offering heaven, healing.

We love, we lift, we hope
For company, to share, to dare to love;
Come, love-child, and join us.
Abandon every fear, and come up here!

[Xhuxhumaku]

WAITING FOR TRUE LOVE

Gurdeep Kaur

When it comes, will it come without warning,
Just as I'm picking a flower?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will it's greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
Oh tell me the truth about love.

[EXODUS]

Xhuxho, kujdes rruges. . .ka gropa te thellesive te ndryshme dhe rreshkitje fatale!


- nje rob qe ja do te miren dynjase por ç'e do, ta rrasin me gure, regardlessly!

[Lov!]

Shooting star on winter skies,
Can you hear my painful sigh?
Tell me, harsh winds - blow:
All the hidden secrets nobody knows.

In a world filled with deceit and lies
Can one be blamed for asking why?

Piercing storm of rain,
why do you bring along the silence of pain?
My sorrow is lost, in the terror of night,
'Though in the midst of darkness, I see light

Can you tell me what love is all about?
'Cos only then will my heart cease of doubt.

My body is weary, and my soul weak,
Survival does not favour the meek.
Each time I see you walk me by,
I want nothing more but to sit and cry.

Between us, my soul screams at the distance
But sometimes change can be the only constant.

Perhaps, if I was willing to take your hand,
They could show me a happier land.
How I wish we belonged to another place and time
Where I can experience the joys that once were mine.

How difficult it is letting go of the past,
Even though I know the joys never last.

Oh shooting star on winter skies,
I've got but one desire.
Just one, just one kiss.
Will you grant me my wish?

[Xhuxhumaku]

Ky eshte postimi im i njemijte. Keshtu qe desha t'ia dedikoj kete postim dickaje shume sublime "Dashurise"

Me poshte po postoj "C'eshte dashuria" ne anglisht marre nga siti

http://loveisgreat.com

Scientific Answers

Researchers (Hatfield & Rapson, 1995) have broken up love into two main types:

Passionate love which involves continuously thinking about the loved one and also involves warm sexual feelings and powerful emotional reactions.
Companionate love is having trusting and tender feelings for someone who is close to you.
Now one of the best known theories of love (which means an educated guess that isn't proven fact) is Robert Sternberg's Triangular Theory of Love.

The three components of the Triangular Theory of Love are:

Passion, the feeling physically aroused and attracted to someone.

Passion is what makes you feel "in love" and is the feeling most associated with love. It also rises quickly and strongly influences and biases your judgment.

Intimacy, the feeling close and connected to someone (developed through sharing and very good communications over time).

Intimacy is what makes you want to share and offer emotional and material support to each other.

Commitment, pledging to your self and each other to strengthen the feelings of love and to actively maintain the relationship.

Commitment is what makes you want to be serious, have a serious relationship and promise to be there for the other person if things get tough.

Now Sternberg also uses his Triangular Theory of Love to answer some of the most commonly asked questions about love:

Is there love at first sight?

This is when we are overwhelmed by passion, without any intimacy or commitment (both of which take time). Sternberg calls this infatuated love, Because there is not intimacy or commitment, infatuated love is fated to fade away.

Why do some people get married after being in love for a very short time?

This is a combination of passion and commitment, but without any intimacy. Sternberg calls this Hollywood love. This is where two people make a commitment to each other based on their passion. Unless intimacy develops over time, this relationship most likely will end.

Can their be love without sex?

Ah yes, companionate love, where intimacy and commitment are present without any sexual passion.

Why doesn't romantic love last?

Passion and intimacy without commitment is Romantic love. When the passion fades, and the intimacy wanes, the relationship ends.

This a close friend sent me e-mail:

Infatuation vs. Love

Infatuation is instant desire - one set of glands calling to another.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows, one day at a time.

Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.

Love is the quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you - to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by their presence, even when they are away. Miles do not separate you. You have so many wonderful little films in your head that you keep replaying. But near or far, you know they are yours, and you can wait.

Infatuation says, "We must get married right away. I can't risk losing them."

Love says, "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."

Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. Whenever you are together, you hope it will end in intimacy.

Love is not based on sex. It is the maturation of friendship, which makes sex so much sweeter. You must be friends before you can be lovers.

Infatuation lacks confidence. When they're away, you wonder if they're cheating. Sometimes, you check.

Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. They feel your trust, and it makes them even more trustworthy.

Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret, but love never steers you in the wrong direction.

Love is an upper. It makes you feel whole. It completes the circle. It fills the empty space in your heart. Love is elevating. It lifts you up. It makes you look up. It makes you think up. It makes you a better person than you were before. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you don't have. If there is no love in your life, whatever else there is has a lot less meaning.

The secret of our being is not only to live but to have something to live for.

[Xhuxhumaku]

Unscientific Answers

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, And your voice caught within your chest?

It isn't Love, it's Like.
You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?

It isn't Love, it's Lust.
Are you proud, and eager to show them off?

It isn't Love, it's Luck.
Do you want them because you know they're there?

It isn't Love, it's Loneliness.
Are you there because it's what everyone wants?

It isn't Love, it's Loyalty.
Do you stay for their confessions of Love, because you don't want to hurt them?

It isn't Love, it's Pity.
Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?

It isn't Love, it's being Unconfident.
Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?

It isn't Love, it's Infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?

It isn't Love, it's Friendship.
Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?

It isn't Love, it's a Lie.
Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?

It isn't Love, it's Charity.
Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?

Then it's Love.
Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?

Then it's Love.
Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?

Then it's Love.
Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?

Then it's Love.
Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?

Then it's Love.
But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?

Then it's Love.
Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?

Then it's Love.
Now, if Love is painful, and tortures us so,
why do we Love?
Why is it all we search for in life?
This pain, this agony?
Why is it all we long for?
This torture, this powerful death of self?
Why?
Because it's...
Love

[FLOWER]

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

by William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star-- when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!