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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
or is she not the one?
i don’t know what is happening,
i feels different when i’m with her,
but when am i actually with her,
how many minutes in this whole life
were we together?
I got to say just one thing,
Love isn’t bad,
but it might take your life
if not careful
I’m trying to be careful
Trying to forget my past
and start a new life.
will it happen?
i dont know.
I pray to god
for the most wonderful thing in life !!!
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 the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.”
The student went to the field, went thru the first row, he saw one big wheat, but he wonders….may be there is a bigger one later.
Then he saw another bigger one… but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him.
Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he knows he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.
So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.
The teacher told him, “…this is love… you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already missed the person….”
*”What is marriage then?” the student asked.
The teacher said, “in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. “But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.”
The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reached the middle of the field, he picks one medium corn that he feels satisfied with, and comes back to the teacher.
The teacher told him, “this time you bring back a corn…. you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get…. this is marriage.”