no wonder people liked this song....

You must understand though the touch of your hand
Makes my pulse react
That it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl
Opposites attract
It's physical
Only logical
You must try to ignore that it means more than that

What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

It may seem to you that I'm acting confused
When you're close to me
If a tend to look dazed I've read it someplace
I've got cause to be
There's a name for it
There's a phrase that fits
But whatever the reason you do it for me

What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

I've been taking on a new direction
But I have to say
I've been thinking about my own protection
It scares me to feel this way

What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a sweet old fashioned notion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

its so perfectly our song......

Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true

It's a new world - it's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
It's a new day - it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
Here I am

Here we are - we've just begun
And after all this time - our time has come
Ya here we are - still goin' strong
Right here in the place where we belong

Chorus X1

Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true

Chorus X2

Here I am - next to you
And suddenly the world is all brand new
Here I am - where I'm gonna stay
Now there's nothin standin in our way
Here I am - this is me

The Winner Stands Alone by Paulo Coelho

I was reading this book, and it really reinforced my belief.
ONE might have lots and lots of money, but without your heart and soul you are POOR.
When one gets used to a certain lifestyle, does one tolerate corruption , injustice?

I'm half way through the book and the one thing that touched me was the sentence...a human being realizes only after a long time that the SOUL hates superficiality....
We are here on this earth to be happy, to experience joy and bliss....

BUT tell me how can one achieve that with out money....is it possible??????

i want to tell you many things...

Do I have to tell you things?????
YES! I have a thousand things to tell you...
I want to rest my head on your chest and then with your arms around me,
I will speak to you with closed eyes...we will speak in silence....
Our heartbeats will do the speaking and the listening...
I will tell you about my dreams and my inner most fears..
I will tell you about my losses and how I struggled to be alive..
I will tell you the story of my soul...my need for love and appreciation
I will tell you how I miss you when you are not around..
I will tell you that I feel you inside me every time I breathe..
I will tell you how you changed my life...
I will tell you how u strengthened my hope...and then
I would love to know what u would like to tell me....

poem for melanie.....

The Cord

We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord
That connects us 'til birth
This cord can't been seen
By any on Earth.

This cord does it's work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.

I know that it's there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.

The strength of this cord
Is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed
It can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord
Man could create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.

And though you are gone,
Though you're not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.

It pulls at my heart
I am bruised...I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.

I am thankful that God
Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can't take it away!

true love

True love is neither physical nor romantic."

True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be......

my best friend

Pearl is my best friend from school. ie.( elementary school, high school, junior college)
Ive known her for last 25 years.
She was the most beautiful girl in our group...she had beautiful hair...lovely complexion..and slender body.
Sometimes I was envious of her.She got all the attention.
But she was my friend, my best friend, we roamed around the streets of town, ate junk food which was forbidden in our homes.
We talked about boys and gossiped about friends.
We, both hated our, strict community and the silly rules made by our parents.
We dreamed we would run away from all of this.. but we never had the guts...we did exactly as our parents told us to do....we conformed....we obeyed....
When I lost my mom, she was there to wipe my tears.
When my father got married again she understood how I felt.
Then she got married, an arranged marriage, the boy was rich..belonged to a good family.
But disaster struck after 4 years of marriage, he passed away.
Her daughter was 2 years old...she came back to stay with her parents.
Her parents home was close to mine.
We became friends again... the 4 year gap when she stayed with her in-laws just melted away.
I loved her daughter. She was so fragile...so slender and so small. Her name was Melanie.( a name I had chosen since, that was the name of the most popular girl in our class in elementary school.)
The years passed and our contact was no longer on a daily basis.
I got so busy, I shifted my home.
Her life went downhill. She had to support her parents and her daughter.She was working 4 jobs, to make ends meet.Sometimes she came to my work place to ask for a loan.
Sometimes she called.
She never forgot my birthday and I never forgot hers.
We spoke whenever we remembered, each other.
She called more, I was lazy/busy.She spoke of her dreams, sometimes, of the futility of life.. and I agreed. I always felt she was lucky, she could do as she pleased. She was free.
and she thought I was lucky.....
But yesterday at 1 am I got a call from her....Melanie is no more...
I cant describe the trauma I went through till it was 5 am and I could go to her home.
I rushed there only to find Melanie lying lifeless on the bed.Dressed in white in her Holy Communion dress, she looked like a little doll.
My friend Pearl was like a mad woman....she was touching her daughter, her hair , her dress, her toys, her books. It was heart wrenching.
I cannot say what happened to the little girl and how she died, Ive promised her I wont say.
I want my friend to know that I love her very much and I will be there with her whatever comes.
I cant do anything, except be there when she calls or call her sometimes and tell her I love her.
What else can one do?