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| I'D BE WAITING ... |
Everybody is searching for an Angel...Everyone needs someone to hold on to…but I have never seen anyone who fulfills my needs as my Angel will do...it's all a long journey for me...but someday, I know my Angel will come…Right now...I am not looking for her...because now I realize and believe that She will find me...And when she does, She will definitely recognize herself in me...She may not be able to explain the chemistry or the strong connection between us though...She will always be drawn to me...And I would know by that sign...that it is her...
So hear me my Angel...Now we are two wide distant world apart...and this journey is not easy for you too, I know...but I will...I will wait for you...and I will always follow you through my Heart!...coz as Shakespeare said..."Journey's end in lovers meeting...(and by that time...my hands with my heart)...now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts."
He said again...
"...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."
And I always say...that...
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of not caring for the other person. It dies of seeking for the things that last no time. It dies of lusting for materialism and of the physical beauty. Love dies because of the crude neglect of the inner beauty... If love dies today, we killed it because we don’t really care for the inside glamour...We only look at the outside or physical splendour...!
And Shakespeare said...
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
My bounty is as deep as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
My heart is ever at your service.
So they lov'd as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distinct, divisions none...
One half of me is yours, the other half yours-
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours!
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
But hear me my Angel...heed my call my future Hero!
"I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I (will) love so well" coz...."In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty."
Hear me My Love!...wherever you are...whatever you do...no matter how long or far this journey might have taken you...I'll always be here, I promise...waiting for you...right here, inside my heart!
