Posted by: mrrk on: April 6, 2009
i can’t see it, i can’t smell it, i can’t touch it, i can’t taste it, i can’t hear it, still i feel it. it is called love, who is loving me, without asking me, my mind says i love her or is it she loves me? my brain says you have to be careful [...]
Posted by: mrrk on: March 18, 2009
Another email forward i got today.. it was nice to read it through.. so i thought i would post it for my blog readers A student asks a teacher, “What is love?” The teacher said, “in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back. “But [...]