Month: February 2014

Love and its many faces…..

    True love isn’t about passion or lust or attraction or common interests and personalities. It’s something altogether different. It’s about learning to complement each other, learning to grow with each other. It’s about doing love-things, even when you don’t feel like it, even when life drives you to insanity, even if you think you’ve lost love. It’s about commitment and perseverance and thinking and feeling and happiness. — TimKing (from “Love Through the Eyes of an Idiot”)

“Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love ‘never’ fails 1 Cor. 13:4-8

Love is the happy side of needing. — WaldenMathews

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I am Canadian ,but I like the American Dream idea……

The American Dream is a national ethos of the United States, a set of ideals in which freedom includes the opportunity for prosperity and success, and an upward social mobility achieved through hard work. In the definition of the American Dream by James Truslow Adams in 1931, “life should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement” regardless of social class or circumstances of birth.[1]
The idea of the American Dream is rooted in the United States Declaration of Independence which proclaims that “all men are created equal” and that they are “endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable Rights” including “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”[2]

From…Wikipedia.

I tried poetry, see if you like this one….

Rainy Day Poem

For You

on a rainy day, a poem;

to help on your way

Some sunshine,

to brighten up your day!

 

Some warmth,

A loving breeze-

to help you stay

In Love …

in that special way.

 

A kiss,

to tell you what my heart has to say.

 

Rose petals…

falling on our heads; like blooms in May

caressing us.

With  the scent of  Eros in the air,

We play.

 

Like children…

like children in the park.

Running and laughing the day away.

Their feet…beat out, Don’t Go…Please stay.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                   (C) 2005  by Ken K. Chartrand