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United Arab Emirates
April 22, 2009
An older woman has been asked about the meaning of love, she answered:
The first time I heard this word when I was little child and it was from my father who kissed me and said: I love you, then I said love is affectionateness, safety and warm hug. When I reached the adult age, I found a letter under the door of my home which the boy of our neighbor sent it with a title of my name and the subject is I love you, then I said love is boldness and craziness. When I engaged with the boy of our neighbor and I knew him better, the first word he told me is I love you, then I said love is ambition, work, purpose and ability. I get married and in the second day, my husband kissed me on my head and told me I love you, then I said love is eagerness, longing and yearning. One year passed, I gave a birth to my first child and I was tired on my bed, my husband came and hold my hand, he told me I love you, then I said love is thankfulness and appreciation. After the years passed, my hair turned white and my children got marriage, my husband looked at my hair and said with smile I love you, then I said love is mercy and sympathy. We became elder and each time my husband sees me, he said I love you, then I said love is loyalty, trustiness, sincerity and kindness. This is the love, when we grew up, we discovered its secrets. this is the love that starts small and gradually becomes big. Love is not the crimes that committed with its name.- 1 Comment
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April 18, 2009
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phantommy
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April 12, 2009
The love reaches its top whenever the woman gave up from her perversity and the man from his hubris
When the woman hates a man to the level of death, you should know that she loved him to the level of death
As long as you can’t hide from her anything, it means you love her
Behind every successful woman, a failure love
A love that is a one chapter in man’s life, is a woman’s history
When the man accused a woman that she doesn’t have a heart, surely she kidnapped his heart
Men’s love like writing on the water and their faithful like writing on sands
The heart of a woman in love like a niche of gold, mostly it embraces a statue of mud
When the woman gave her picture to someone she loves, it is a promise that she’ll give the origin
For the woman three stages with love, in first she loves, in second she suffers and in third she regrets it
There are many men who kill themselves for the love and there are many women who become fat from the love
The love for the woman is an emotional story which she is a hero in it, and for the man is a story that he is the author
There are moments in every woman’s life when she feels that she needs a man to love with all her body
The love: woman and man and deprivation
How much the woman is talkative, the love teaches her to be silence
The most beautiful woman is the one who’s the love words tremble on her lips
The man in his love likes to know everything about a woman
If the woman loves a man, his manhood will never cringe
In love, the man is striker and the woman is a defender
When the man loves a woman, he does anything for her except one thing is to persist in her love
The woman’s logic carries on the base of a man she loves
The man is the more master than woman in friendship but she is more than him in love
The man when he loves like a folk quibbling, cautious, but the woman when she loves, she’s honest and sacrificed
The love that ended one day, wasn’t one day a real love
The love wasn’t dislocated from a woman’s heart except a new love
The woman can’t live without a lover
The love comes down to the woman in time full of silence and admire
The woman loves a man for him and the man loves a woman for himself too
The man’s love is a line and the woman’s love is pages
The woman’s happiness is to love a man and obey him
When the woman loves, her heart starts to break with fears and doubts
The feeling, love and faithful…all these will be written on the woman to do