love-story

The wind went mute and the trees in the forest stood still. It was time for the last tale.

Her love was old but her methods were original.

Silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.

He was everything I never knew I was looking for.

My speak a language my heart knows how to respond to.

...because loving you is a crime. Which I love to commit each time, every day, whenever I see you, because that's how I love you.

The greatest wonderful feeling is falling in love.

I love you, she said. Khalid lifted his head to hers. She placed a hand against his cheek. Beyond words.

I'll love you until I'm ashes in the dirt beneath the Earth. Then, I'll love you even more.

Artmake me eternal, give such body to my undying soul. ask the art, art can do it......art can give you the age you want, the life span you want...art can give an ever lasting face to your love and joys; art can give an unending life to your acts, and an novel agelessness to your intercourse with this life that you love and we love...we all. Love, that too is Art and fill your memory yard with its art exhibitions....

Well sue me for staring. I'd be willing to scrub away my shame on his washboard abs.

I know we can do this. I know it__ nothow you would have chosen it, but I know I can make you happy. And all I can say is that you make me _ you make me into someone I couldn__ even imagine. You make me happy,even when you__e awful. I would rather be with you _ even the you that you seem to think is diminished _ than with anyone else in the world.

Orien,_ Birle protested again. __ou can stay if you must._ Orien__ cheeks were hollow with hunger and he had little strength for anger. __ut I wish you__ come. I don__ know how long it would be before I could come back for you._ So she followed him, since he would return for her.

[A]ll these years, I had been telling myself that my feelings for you were a juvenile infatuation; a dream inspired by my secret hope that somewhere there could be a creature who could love me.

FriendshipsHe walked the street with his hat on,as he held on tightly to his stick,tall, sensing his way, up the path and steps.There she stood ready for the day,with a smile, and her multi-coloured hair,beside her, her faithful friend,as they walked together.One, Two, Three holding on tight,as they walked together, sharingstories, making sure he was safe.Pushed, guided, not to get lost,as she held on tight to the ball,moving it backwards and forwards.There he sat as they exchanged,ideas, passions and choices,with a smile and a thank you.There they stood as they exchangedthe daily news, the coffee,a handshake, and a good day.There they walked, as they watched,listened, and shared the beauty of nature,picking the flowers, touching the leaves,and smelling the sweetness.Did you find your friend? ...So many, on the way ...Did you stop? Did you listen? Did you share?By Natasha Parker

True Love comes only once in life with one person,if its come second time its just medicine to forget first one.

A true love story has always been about the journey, not the ending.

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view is pleased to dote