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Love, what does it really mean?
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Love, what does it really mean? |
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Manuela New Member
since 1999-09-07
Posts 2Brussels, Belgium |
for Ralph Love, what does it really mean? there is a feeling, which I can't express in words the whole day, I think about you and wait for that moment, taking you again in my arms thinking about, if you leave me, would break my heart nothing's more important - only you I feel like a little child, who is glad about everything laughing with you, each touch from you makes me happier than ever before I know, I will do everything not to loose you I will be there if you need me I will laugh with you I will cry with you but anyway, I am scared scared that you might not feel the same as me scared that I could give you too much love but if I look into your eyes, I know, that this is unfounded I see something shining, which could be a mirror of mine I want to tell you, that you mean everything to me, but to say this is too soon However, if I feel this way, why shouldn't I reveal my mind? I want to give you my heart I want to give you my love but there is still the question: what does love really mean? |
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miriam Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 323glendale,ca. |
can i try to answer your question. I think love is when you get all queasy in the stomach. When you eat, sleep, and dream the other person. that is love. |
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