Gotta Be Somebody
My Most Favorite Person in the WORLD!
Me
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
WikiAnswers - What is the true meaning of love and being in love
WikiAnswers - What is the true meaning of love and being in love: "Love
Love isn't blind or deaf or dumb - in fact it sees far more than it will ever tell. It is going beyond yourself and stretching who you are for someone else. Being in love entails seeing someone as you wish they were: to love them is to see who they really are and still care for them. Love isn't bitter, but you can't have love without pain: sacrifice is the hallmark of love , the coin of love.
Being in love usually is used in a romantic sense when you meet your significant other transforming a normal relationship into a deeper one without further interest in others.
Love means that you trust the person, would do anything for the person, know that person is with you through thick and thin, isn't afraid to be seen with you. make sure they treat you right."
Love isn't blind or deaf or dumb - in fact it sees far more than it will ever tell. It is going beyond yourself and stretching who you are for someone else. Being in love entails seeing someone as you wish they were: to love them is to see who they really are and still care for them. Love isn't bitter, but you can't have love without pain: sacrifice is the hallmark of love , the coin of love.
Being in love usually is used in a romantic sense when you meet your significant other transforming a normal relationship into a deeper one without further interest in others.
Love means that you trust the person, would do anything for the person, know that person is with you through thick and thin, isn't afraid to be seen with you. make sure they treat you right."
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Falling In And Out Of Love
When I say I love you I do
But this with you will not do
I need someone I can lean on
Someone I can count on too
Yes you were there sometimes
For that I am grateful to you
But I need someone there full time
And that you can not do
You told me once you loved meThat I could believe in you
I was there when you needed someone
Where were you when I needed someone, too?
The time has come for me to let go
Never to expect you to care again
People may come and people may go
But my love will never end
But this with you will not do
I need someone I can lean on
Someone I can count on too
Yes you were there sometimes
For that I am grateful to you
But I need someone there full time
And that you can not do
You told me once you loved meThat I could believe in you
I was there when you needed someone
Where were you when I needed someone, too?
The time has come for me to let go
Never to expect you to care again
People may come and people may go
But my love will never end
Alone
by Moondust
Purity once had a name,
And beauty once had a face.
Life once had a meaning,
And once I was safe.
Once there was freedom,
And once I could laugh.
Happiness once was alive,
And once I had another half.
Once I shared his love,
Once I was by his side,
Once I felt I fitted,
So quickly that died.
His grace so great,
His beauty so vast,
All I ever wanted,
Was for it to last.
Fate maybe had another plan,
Or maybe he had another love,
But it all fell apart,
The hand too big for the glove.
Now it's all died away,
Happiness, joy, love; all memories.
Now I walk alone in this dark, dark world,
With no light to guide my way.
by Moondust
Purity once had a name,
And beauty once had a face.
Life once had a meaning,
And once I was safe.
Once there was freedom,
And once I could laugh.
Happiness once was alive,
And once I had another half.
Once I shared his love,
Once I was by his side,
Once I felt I fitted,
So quickly that died.
His grace so great,
His beauty so vast,
All I ever wanted,
Was for it to last.
Fate maybe had another plan,
Or maybe he had another love,
But it all fell apart,
The hand too big for the glove.
Now it's all died away,
Happiness, joy, love; all memories.
Now I walk alone in this dark, dark world,
With no light to guide my way.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
In the moment our eyes meet,
Blinded by a love so true.
A passionate kiss that holds,
A lifetime flame forever new.
An intimate time in the stars,
Nothing can break our spell.
Soul mates know our meaning,
Though others will never tell.
To hold here next to my heart,
A special picture of you and I.
Everyday together as perfect,
Until we have our place in the sky.
Blinded by a love so true.
A passionate kiss that holds,
A lifetime flame forever new.
An intimate time in the stars,
Nothing can break our spell.
Soul mates know our meaning,
Though others will never tell.
To hold here next to my heart,
A special picture of you and I.
Everyday together as perfect,
Until we have our place in the sky.
Which Are You?
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
Not the sinner and saint, for it's well under stood,
The good are half bad, and the bad are half good.
Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man's wealth,
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.
Not the humble and proud, for in life's little span,
Who puts on vain airs, is not counted a man.
Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years
Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.
No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean,
Are the people who lift, and the people who lean.
Wherever you go, you will find the earth's masses,
Are always divided in just these two classes.
And oddly enough, you will find too, I ween,
There's only one lifter to twenty who lean.
In which class are you? Are you easing the load,
Of overtaxed lifters, who toil down the road?
Or are you a leaner, who lets others share
Your portion of labor, and worry and care?
There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
Not the sinner and saint, for it's well under stood,
The good are half bad, and the bad are half good.
Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man's wealth,
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.
Not the humble and proud, for in life's little span,
Who puts on vain airs, is not counted a man.
Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years
Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.
No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean,
Are the people who lift, and the people who lean.
Wherever you go, you will find the earth's masses,
Are always divided in just these two classes.
And oddly enough, you will find too, I ween,
There's only one lifter to twenty who lean.
In which class are you? Are you easing the load,
Of overtaxed lifters, who toil down the road?
Or are you a leaner, who lets others share
Your portion of labor, and worry and care?
Friday, May 1, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Single for 365 days
I am going on a diet of sorts. Diet of NO MEN for a year. Recommended to me by someone trying to help me. I AM CLOSING ALL OF MY SEARCH ENGINES and working on myself. Mind, Body and Soul. I am sorry for bothering you so much. I can imagine how annoying I can be as that same person made me look into it.
Love Always!
Denise
Love Always!
Denise
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
My head
Why is it I can't get you out of my head? I have tried but you keep coming back. I sometimes wonder what it is you did to make me think about you more than anyone I have ever dealt with?
Can you tell me that?
Can you tell me that?
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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