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Guest the_eight_of_orbs
eight,

 

i think the one day i'll fly away fits me.

 

to you,

 

i know what you mean. wish i could spend my whole life in your arms.

bitter-sweet noh? :)

 

haaaay... :wub:

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In addition to being a brilliant military mind and feared ruler, Napolean Bonaparte (1763 - 1821) was a prolific writer of letters. He reportedly wrote as many as 75,000 letters in his lifetime, many of them to his beautiful wife, Josephine, both before and during their marriage. This letter, written just prior to their 1796 wedding, shows surprising tenderness and emotion from the future emperor.

 

 

Paris, December 1795

 

I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried?... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!

 

You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three hours.

 

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

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Guest the_eight_of_orbs

to you, who-must-not-be-named...

 

IF I EVER LOSE MY FAITH IN YOU

Sting

 

You could say I lost my faith in science and progress

You could say I lost my belief in the holy church

You could say I lost my sense of direction

You could say all of this and worse, but

If I ever lose my faith in you

There'd be nothing left for me to do

 

Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world

You could say I lost my faith in the people on T.V.

You could say I'd lost my belief in our politicians

They all seem like game show hosts to me

If I ever lose my faith in you

There'd be nothing left for me to do

I could be lost inside there without a trace

But every time I close my eyes, I see your face

 

I never saw no miracle of science

That didn't go from a blessing to a curse

I never saw no military solution

That didn't always end up as something worse,

But let me say this first

 

If I ever lose my faith in you

If I ever lose my faith in you

There'd be nothing left for me to do

There'd be nothing left for me to do

If I ever lose my faith

If I ever lose my faith

If I ever lose my faith

If I ever lose my faith in you

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Guest the_eight_of_orbs

my body aches, yearning for you... my heart bleeds, with thoughts of losing you... my soul grieves, each moment we're apart...

 

OFFICIALLY MISSING YOU

Tamia

 

officially missin you....

 

hmmmm...mmmmm.......

 

All I hear is raindrops

Falling on the rooftop

Oh baby tell me why’d you have to go

Cause this pain I feel

It wont go away

And today I’m officially missing you

I thought that from this heartache

I could escape

But I fronted long enough to know

There ain’t no way

And today

I’m officially missing you

 

(Ohhhh) can’t nobody do it like you

Said every little thing you do

Hey baby say

stays on my mind

And I, and I, I’m officially

 

All I do is lay around

Two ears full tears

From looking at your face on the wall ( face on the wall)

Just a week ago you were my baby

Now I don’t even know you at all

don’t know you at all

Well I wish that you would call me right now

So that I could get through to you somehow

But I guess it’s safe to say baby safe to say

That I’m, That I'm officially missing you

 

(Ohhhh) can’t nobody do it like you

Said every little thing you do

Hey baby say

stays on my mind

And I, and I, I’m officially

 

Well I thought I could just get over you baby

But I see that’s something I just can’t do

From the way you would hold me

To the sweet things you told me

I just can’t find a way

To let go of you

 

It official

You know that I’m missing you

oohhh Yeah yes

All I hear is raindrops

ooohhh yeah

And I’m officially missing you

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for you...........

 

There I was

Waiting for a chance

Hoping that you'll understand

The things I wanna say

 

As my love went stronger than before

I wanna see you more and more

But you closed your door

Why don't you try

To open up your heart

I won't take so much of your time

 

 

Maybe, it's wrong to say please love me too

'Coz I know you'll never do

Somebody else is waiting there inside for you

Maybe it's wrong to love you more each day

'Coz I know he's here to stay

But I know to whom you should belong

 

I believed what you said to me

We should set each other free

That's how you want it to be

 

But my love went stronger than before

I wanna see you more and more

But you closed your door

Why don't you try to open up your heart

I won't take so much of your time

 

 

Maybe, it's wrong to say please love me too

'Coz I know you'll never do

Somebody else is waiting there inside for you

Maybe it's wrong to love you more each day

'Coz I know he's here to stay

But my love is strong

I don't know if this is wrong

But I know to whom you should belong

 

 

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RONALD REAGAN'S LETTER TO WIFE NANCY

 

Aboard Air Force One

 

March 4 1983

 

Dear First Lady

 

I know tradition has it that on this morning I place cards,  Happy Anniversary cards on your breakfast tray.  But things are somewhat mixed up.  I substituted a gift & delivered it a few weeks ago.

 

Still this is the day, the day that marks 31 years of such happiness as comes to few men.  I told you once that it was like an adolescent's dream of what marriage should be like.  That hasn't changed.

 

You know I love the ranch but these last two days made it plain I only love it when you are there.  Come to think of it that's true of every place & every time.  When you aren't there I'm no place, just lost in time & space.

 

I more than love you, I'm not whole without you.  You are life itself to me.  When you are gone I'm waiting for you to return so I can start living again.

 

Happy Anniversary & thank you for 31 wonderful years.

 

I love you

 

Your Grateful Husband

 

Ron

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In a few days, it will be the death anniverysary of my grandfather, who died three years ago. I was with him when he slipped away so suddenly. I wrote this shortly after, for he was as a father to me.

 

 

 

Grandfather Sotero

 

It is midnight atop Dalton Pass, North Luzon, a lonely place familiar to my grandfather and me. Covered in clouds, I stop to rest and weep. I am driving my grandfather home to his family.

 

He had come from a proud and powerful background, reduced by fate and his grandmother’s incessant gambling to going to public school in slippers. But he never accepted being merely another has-been, to contentedly live on what life offered. He worked his way through college at pre-war Manila, accepting a job as a humble clerk in a bagoong factory, and endured the scorn of his classmates at the smell that clung to his uniform every day. He survived the Japanese firing squads at Liberation by playing dead amongst the shattered and dismembered corpses that littered Tondo.

 

He knew that inside he carried the makings of something great. After finishing college, he went to work for a big paper mill, then quit it to put up his very own accounting firm, the first of his businesses, when everybody else was content to work for the big companies. He won the hand of a beautiful and landed lady, and clawed his way back up the world with unrelenting hard work and his trademark quick intelligence.

 

He saw the same quick intelligence in me, his eldest grandchild, and stood back as I, then a gangly teenager, held the reins of his hard fought farm business for the first time, letting me take my cuts and lumps, making me feel out my own strength the hard way, on my own, letting me realize how strongly his blood ran in me.

 

In my teen years he would send me on important errands far away, alone, knowing that life, knowing only too well that life is a harsh teacher, that I should understand that, and that I should taste blood and lose my innocence early in the game. Under his tutelage I would lead and organize scores of our barefoot tenants and farmworkers on our properties during summers and weekends, then deal with fellow politicians, landowners, and their retarded goons in the evenings, and still earn my degree in Engineering at UP Diliman on schooldays. Meanwhile, some of my classmates would worry about their lack of dates.

 

I left our big farm and headed for Manila yesterday, at sundown. I drove all night, under the full moon and the cloudless, star laced evening skies of North Luzon, steady tears streaming in my eyes. I would not let some faceless, nameless nobody drive my grandfather's body back to Manila. I myself, your favored grandson, now grown strong in my own right, would drive you home, Lolo, on my own, personally. All these years you had borne me, now, on your death, I bear your coffin home, a last favor, a final gesture.

 

Good God, my Lolo, I can not even start to repay your many many kindnesses to me! When I was so small and helpless you took me into your own big house, knowing you could give me far more than what my father’s simple family could provide, the family where I was left behind after my father was killed and myself orphaned. And then you taught me all the arts you knew, what subtle secrets of life you had come to know over your many years. You led by example, by your sheer hard work, your firm direction, your iron spirit, and by your way of treating people in exactly the manner they deserved.

 

In the very same ways, I lead men even now.

 

And you never took it easy, nor took things for granted, not past your 55th birthday, not past your 65th year, not even past your 75th year, but on to 86 full years, working and leading and changing your corner of this world until the very day of your sudden death, stricken down almost literally with your boots on. You went so much further than fate ever intended for a poor boy who went to school in slippers.

 

In the very same way, I too shall go far.

 

But I hurt so much, Lolo! In your last few hours, before you dropped off to the final sleep, as I helped carry you into the hospital after your accident, a worried grandson cradling his wounded grandfather, you looked into my eyes and asked me to be patient with you! That, in your old age, I should repay your kindness! But you did not give me the honour of having a long time to repay you, Lolo, did you? Did you?! Was that all, a few hours of watching over you while you rested, all you wanted for your many, many kindnesses? Is that all!? How cruel, how unfair, and my tears wet these pages...

 

Up here in Dalton Pass, thousands of feet up the December night sky, the chill at the middle of the cold season is pitiless, and the frigid air completely kills off whatever minute warmth survived my desperate grief. I stop my truck and weep and and stagger about this remote mountain pass, in agony from within and without. This heartbreak can not be endured, and yet there is no escape.

 

I remember telling you, just last month, that if I, dealt a hand of cards far better than what fate dealt you in your youth, were to achieve any less than what you did, there would be no excuse, and I would be disappointed with myself. And you gave me your rare laugh! And so I realize now, in my torture and agony, that before it was too late, I had managed to promise you the one promise that mattered to you, the one way I could truly repay your gifts and kindnesses, and that is to not waste them.

 

They will not be wasted.

 

I touch your coffin under the covers, recheck the securing ropes, climb up my battered but trusty four wheel drive machine, and roar down Dalton Pass with you, my grandfather, for the last time. I have stopped at this lonely pass many times in my 28 years of being your grandson. Now, for the first time, I feel truly, deeply alone. Manila is still five moonlit hours away, and for me, every hurting hour shall be yet another lifetime.

 

 

Felix Villaflor IV

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to my dearest,

 

I love the way you speak your mind,

but still manage to always be kind.

I love the way you listen so well

without making judgments, you truly excel!

I love the way you listen with your heart,

and always give advice that is smart.

I love the way you treasure our friendship,

and grasp it tightly with a firm grip.

Don't ever let go, because I don't know what I would do

because you have helped me in all we've been through

in the dark.

A hand to lift me when I fall.

A ray of sunshine on a cloudy day,

A guiding light should I start to stray.

A wealth of experiences to enrich my day,

I love you, hope you believe me too.

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How Soon Is Now - the Smiths

 

I am the son

and the heir

of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

I am the son and heir

of nothing in particular

 

You shut your mouth

how can you say

I go about things the wrong way

I am human and I need to be loved

just like everybody else does

 

I am the son

and the heir

of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

I am the son and the heir

of nothing in particular

 

You shut your mouth

how can you say

I go about things the wrong way

I am human and I need to be loved

just like everybody else does

 

There's a club if you'd like to go

you could meet somebody who really loves you

so you go, and you stand on your own

and you leave on your own

and you go home, and you cry

and you want to die

 

When you say it's gonna happen "now"

well, when exactly do you mean?

see I've already waited too long

and all my hope is gone

 

You shut your mouth

how can you say

I go about things the wrong way

I am human and I need to be loved

just like everybody else does

 

to the one I was not able to know

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Beautiful, you’re beautiful, as beautiful as the sun

Wonderful, you’re wonderful, as wonderful as they come

And I can’t help but feel attached

To the feelings I can’t even match

With my face pressed up to the glass, wanting you

Beautiful, you’re beautiful, as beautiful as the sky

Wonderful, it’s wonderful, to know that you’re just like i

And I’m sure you know me well, as I’m sure you don’t

But you just can’t tell

Who’ll you love and who you won’t

And I love you, as you love me

So let the clouds roll by your face

We’ll let the world spin on to another place

We’ll climb the tallest tree above it all

To look down on you and me and them

And I’m sure you know me well, as I’m sure you don’t

But you just can’t tell, who you’ll love and who you won’t

Don’t let your life wrap up around you

Don’t forget to call, whenever

I’ll be here just waiting for you

I’ll be under your stars forever

Neither here nor there just right beside you

I’ll be under the stairs forever

Neither here nor there just right beside you

 

 

to the gorgeous girl beside me at the party :heart:

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Now

it's slowly dawning

on me that you

saw me appear then you

told your heart

to beat slower

so that's what

I get for being

who I am

 

suddenly tasteless

in your mouth

i'm like the gum

that suddenly becomes

tedious

as the sweet fades

and the chewing begins

 

so spit me out

why don't you

what can I do?

 

in the end

i'm just the thing

that keeps you busy

until

I become

that stuff that

just annoys the hell

out of you

when I stick

to your

fuc**ng

shoe

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