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raffles66 GuestbookLiTtLeGiNnIe (12 years ago) {Image} {Image} Every heart has a pain. Only the way of expressing it is different. Fools hide it in eyes, while the brilliant hide it in their smile. {Image} {Image} Just because you know someone would wait for you forever doesn't mean you can let them wait that long. {Image} {Image} ~ZiE~ julyannah25 (12 years ago) The best memories are those shared with others. It's an evitable human experience to recall events in the past either with joy or sorrow, happiness or grief. But what makes us truly human is when we come to realize that we have lived a life of gratitude for the past and yet hope for the future. Goodmorning L0veHuRt (12 years ago) nothingi seaid we nbrhood {Image} {Image} ~It's not about how many times you tell someone that you love them, it's about how many times you prove that you do...~ {Image} {Image} Love means to see someone with closed eyes, to miss someone in crowd, to find someone in every thought, to live for someone, love someone, but make sure that someone is ONLY one! ♥ ♥ ♥ {Image} ~ZiE~ raffles66 (12 years ago) *"Eyes similar to the closest star shining bright. Her radiance catching every bit of my breath, this is the embrace of something more than extravagant. How may I describe the idea of something that is more than what is humanly imagined? Three o’clock, the hour the once dreamed beauty became real. Her spring like essence warm and cool at the same time, a smile that relaxes me just as the raining showers in April. Dreaming, dreaming and now reality, she is beauty. Dare I question her intentions as these thoughts quaking my mind may be nothing but a front? A front that the reality of this dream is nothing but a world created in my head, so as not to upset the balance of my dream bordering a nightmare. The dream being this beauty is real and the nightmare wondering… her eyes…do they truly lay upon me? Or am selfish? Should I just be in awe to be in the presence of such a beauty? One may wonder why I trouble myself with these thoughts, but why not? Why not enjoy and surround myself with the beauty granted to me by heaven. With this I lay my thoughts to rest and just live the life with the beauty that is reality. With eyes similar to the closest start shining bright…she is a beauty... Pretty brown eyes staring at me, deepening my trance I’ve lost all resolve. My thoughts no longer my own I'm a prisoner to these pretty brown eyes, they speak all of love and need… are these pretty brown eyes for me? I try to break the control these eyes have over me but the glow is too beautiful to look away from and, I think I can hear music a symphony of sirens making me forget my name and the reason I'm here. Why am I here? I think its love? My thoughts once again jumbled and distorted trying to find the words to describe those pretty brown eyes, questions and ideas asking why? How am I so fortunate? Can this be real? Has this man gained weak knees? Has my heart begun to melt? Supernatural…the only word that comes to mind, pretty brown eyes such as these must be ma | |