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Tuesday, 24 April 2012

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It says love never runs out of ink for writing. Are you that I love this day I still love the next day? Love to walk, like water menganak river to the ocean, sometimes like an arrow from his bow apart. We're aiming for, but have no control.
Things that we are able to sense not necessarily shared by others. How many stories about those who are wounded by love. Some people start looking at love with a different character: "we're not in love my friend, we are building of love."
The word love is easy to understand but it is abstract. We are not able to see love as a form of objects, but each of us to feel. From mother to child fondling, from the sweat of the father who continues to work, from people who always keep the name of God in their hearts.
Love has a variety of forms that do not have to be understood as a rough and stunted love lust between a man against a woman. Love is God's handiwork. Should not you be here, reading this paper, and repeat it again because of love?


Then, after love, why hate having to attend?
Several episodes of human life tells the story of love that evolved, either by way of berlahan or spontaneous. There are many istillah a man pinned to the earth in love, whether it's puppy love, love at first sight, or true love. As I say, love comes in many forms, sometimes the devil takes the form of a beautiful even in love.
At first, a man or woman, give everything to someone they love. Even the best they have to get someone who's first love. Until, when love continues to be consumed, that love is gone. What was left was just garbage, and we continue to waste away with it and take it as a love.
Love means sacrifice. That you do not want someone dikelanjutan will eventually suffer, either because you love him or because he loves you. Love means sincerity, that sometimes that we love so very clueless about us. Love means servitude, that I, you, or she, is a slave to the thrall of love for God.
Manifestase continue to look for love. What is the meaning of love continue to be extracted. I never knew there was someone who had seal to understand what love really is. Like an octopus with a million arms, everyone's just holding an arm, I have not seen anyone hold her.
Love also means suffering. To get love, you have to make sacrifices for it.

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