<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937588170830260917</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:34:59.546-07:00</updated><category term='love'/><title type='text'>seulement l'amour peut la défaillance tous murs</title><subtitle type='html'>The distance between us
Is more than I can bear
But my selfishness brought me here
Leaving you, and my heart, there
Even though I cared for you
More than anything in life
You did not feel the same
Causing me this strife
I fell for you, My closest friend
But I couldn't hide it
And that was the beginning of the end
Oh, I should have known better
Than to tell you how I felt
But I did, and you didn't</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937588170830260917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhamlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937588170830260917.post-7352862336766631202</id><published>2008-03-07T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:03:20.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tru meaning of falling n love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSgKsCnsw8k/R9E06UMgD_I/AAAAAAAAABA/bflftcvafew/s1600-h/say_hello_by_freexel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174975623283609586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSgKsCnsw8k/R9E06UMgD_I/AAAAAAAAABA/bflftcvafew/s320/say_hello_by_freexel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We call it falling in love. When you think of it, though, love is actually the place we land in—if we’re lucky. What we fall through in the first wild, sweet flush of romance is desire, and it’s a thrilling ride with ups and downs of fascination, curiosity, joy and passion. It is possible to resist this exhilarating plunge, but few choose to do so. Desire itself is desirable. When we fall in love—or fall through desire—we become like geodes, those nuggets of rock that are rough and drab on the outside, but which, broken open and buffed, reveal a jeweled core. For millennia, poets and singers, playwrights and artists, novelists and filmmakers have turned to desire and its transformations as a topic that never ceases to provide inspiration. Yet what the art they make rarely conveys is that the polisher of those rough surfaces is not the beloved, but the lover’s own awakened being as it quickens to the grandeur of loving and being loved. Suddenly we have the opportunity to lavish upon another all the wondrous aspects of ourselves that we feel have remained untapped till now: creativity, sexiness, tenderness, an adventurous spirit. Believing that the other will somehow make us more of who we were destined to be, we behave in ways that fulfill the very prophecy we imagine. We glow. We sparkle. We carry light inside us and shine on the world as we go. Eventually, of course, the fall must end, whether in a long, loving marriage, a quick and tumultuous break-up or anything in between. We hit ground. We see that the other person is no magician come to transform us, but simply another human in search of his or her own jeweled core—who just happened to believe for a time that it could be found in us. We are cast back to our old selves again, dull and unpolished. It feels like a terrible betrayal. But something even better can arise at the end of the fall—or whenever we choose to take it on. If we dare to keep our breached heart open and experiment with a different kind of desire, one that is open-ended, unpredictable and full of potential, we not only discover endless new facets of that jeweled core, but take control of it, so we can move into a world of our own choosing, our own delight. This transformed desire is not directed at just one person. It does not fade. It powers us through good times and bad, constantly replenishing us with an ever-greater capacity to love and to act from love. The great German poet, Goethe, called it “soulful yearning,” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937588170830260917-7352862336766631202?l=adhamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7352862336766631202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937588170830260917&amp;postID=7352862336766631202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937588170830260917/posts/default/7352862336766631202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937588170830260917/posts/default/7352862336766631202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhamlove.blogspot.com/2008/03/tru-meaning-of-falling-n-love.html' title='the tru meaning of falling n love'/><author><name>adham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSgKsCnsw8k/R9E06UMgD_I/AAAAAAAAABA/bflftcvafew/s72-c/say_hello_by_freexel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937588170830260917.post-1933924187642824433</id><published>2008-03-03T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:03:20.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>im in love with you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSgKsCnsw8k/R8w8FV5CjyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CUNNVHjbPfI/s1600-h/kiss-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173576134415257378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSgKsCnsw8k/R8w8FV5CjyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CUNNVHjbPfI/s320/kiss-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;Since I met you,I've fallen in love with youat least a hundred timesfor a hundred different reasons.Sometimes I fall in love with youwhen I watch you doing something you enjoy,something you're so involved in thatyou're unaware of my presence.Sometimes I fall in love with youwhen I listen to you talk to other people.Whether you're being interesting and funnyor warm and caring and genuinely concerned,you have a way of making people feel betterwith nothing more than words.Sometimes I fall in love with youjust thinking about you,remembering all the memories we've made...falling in love for the first time,staying in love during the rough times,finding more to love about each other every day.And whenever I think aboutthe wonderful things that lie ahead of us,I fall totally and completely in love with youall over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937588170830260917-1933924187642824433?l=adhamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1933924187642824433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937588170830260917&amp;postID=1933924187642824433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937588170830260917/posts/default/1933924187642824433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937588170830260917/posts/default/1933924187642824433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhamlove.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-in-love-with-you.html' title='im in love with you..'/><author><name>adham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSgKsCnsw8k/R8w8FV5CjyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CUNNVHjbPfI/s72-c/kiss-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937588170830260917.post-5903034412595249051</id><published>2008-03-03T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:03:20.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>be my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSgKsCnsw8k/R8wz7V5CjwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/x1KIfMuSo6I/s1600-h/0f7a3c0ae230044d9d1ab0c837285e84_web.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173567166523543298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSgKsCnsw8k/R8wz7V5CjwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/x1KIfMuSo6I/s320/0f7a3c0ae230044d9d1ab0c837285e84_web.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;So often we don't say 'I love you' because we fear losing someone,but more often we lose thembecause we fear saying 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, tell them...for hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I am always chosen to be the 'friend'. They can date other girls, and go out with other girls, but when it comes to me, I always hear those same three words...'let's be friends.'And I can date other guys, but the ones I really care about&lt;br /&gt;The other way to get married is a lot more fun, a lot more rational, and a lot more successful. It's called dating.A Permission Marketer goes on a date. If it goes well, the two of them go on another date.And then another. Until, after ten or twelve dates, both sides can really communicate with each other about their needs and desires. After twenty dates they meet each other's families. Finally, after three or four months of dating,the Permission Marketer proposes marriage.Permission Marketing is just like dating. It turns stranger into friends and friends into lifetime customers. Many of the rules of dating apply, and so do many of the benefits.&lt;br /&gt;Can miles truly separate you from friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937588170830260917-5903034412595249051?l=adhamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5903034412595249051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937588170830260917&amp;postID=5903034412595249051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937588170830260917/posts/default/5903034412595249051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937588170830260917/posts/default/5903034412595249051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhamlove.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-my-friend.html' title='be my friend'/><author><name>adham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSgKsCnsw8k/R8wz7V5CjwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/x1KIfMuSo6I/s72-c/0f7a3c0ae230044d9d1ab0c837285e84_web.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
