tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79535858897777659842011-04-21T19:36:03.877-07:00MelBallacchinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02260768619598589940noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953585889777765984.post-50760238182645094772007-11-18T18:04:00.000-08:002007-11-18T18:59:22.547-08:00<table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"></td></tr><tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote id="e559f14"><br /><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><br /><tbody><br /><br /><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><br /><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">When we're together, I feel exhiliration throughout my soul,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">While I lie tangeled in your arms, I fear of ever having to let go,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The hours go by and I try not to think that this magic could ever die,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Being with you, I forget all time,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">All seasons, and their change around me,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">For, if winter would come,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">the bright torch of love would keep us warm,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">My heart leaps up when I gaze into your eyes,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I could only wish to be with you every minute of everyday,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">so that my heart continuously fills with pleasure,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Waking up to you is so glorious, so satisfying, even on the gloomiest of days,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Together the beauty we have in nature is a joy forever,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">its lovliness increases with every moment and it can only get better,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">As I hold your hand I imagine all the endless encounters I have endeavored through life,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But your the only one, really worth being together with.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></td></tr><br /><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9voIosWybiU/R0D6b7r1nyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SX2wgqbx7a4/s1600-h/IMG_1466.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134378932987338530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9voIosWybiU/R0D6b7r1nyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SX2wgqbx7a4/s200/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953585889777765984-5076023818264509477?l=thefeelingofbeingtogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MelBallacchinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02260768619598589940noreply@blogger.com0