This love and devotion brings tears to my eyes. How often is it felt? How often to people actually tell the one they love? Why do wait till it’s too late to let them know?

We are so afraid this day in age. We are afraid of the failure that comes with taking that leap of faith. It’s only when we feel safe that we let go and speak our true minds. That makes me sad. All that is lost by waiting, by never speaking our hearts.

Do those that speak it regret it? Why should they? They give love that chance and hope that it’s returned. They took that chance, that step. The one we fear t take. Those brave few can stand proud.

I’ve learned that there may not be a tomorrow to wait for. It will never come. Tomorrow turns into today and then yesterday. Waiting for that moment, that perfect time may never come.

So I say to you, make it the time. Give in to your heart. Sing out your love and take that step. The reward is beautiful either way. You can your head high knowing you’ve done what few have.

Trust me.

Take my heart- it's yours
Do with it as you please.
Break it if that's what you want
Burn it if that's what you need

Treasure it if that's what you desire
Hide it away, if that's what makes you happy
Lock it up, it'll always be there

Drop it in a puddle, the rain will wash it away,
Toss it in the gargbage, it'll rot away,
Love it with all you've got and I'll love you with all I've got

The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the daybreak
He does his duties
In the walks of life
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the life
He meets many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely soul
The lonely soul wanders

As the days pass by
The lonely soul became
More lonely, with no other
souls as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the walks of life
The lonely soul decides
Not to die, but to face
Life in all its hardships
The lonely soul wanders

Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.

WELL I DONT KNOW HOW TO START WITH IT
BUT I SOMEHOW HAVE TO

THOUGHT U WERE TRUST WORTHY,
BUT I WAS SOMEHOW WRONG,
PEOPLE TOLD ME TO STOP BELIEVING U,
BUT I NEVER UNDERSTOOD THEIR CONCEPT AND SUFFERED
U WERE THE ONE WHO BROKE MY TRUST,
THAT IT BECAME DIFFICULT FR ME TO TRUST ANY1,

I CONFRONTED U AND,
U HAD THE BLOODY GUTS TO DENY

U REALISED,
SAID SORRY,
AND I ALSO FORGAVE BUT NEVER FORGOT

TRIED TRUSTING U AGAIN
BUT COULD NEVER DO THAT

THEN U GOT AN ENTRY IN THE HEART OF MY FRIENDS
N THEY ALSO MANAGED TO TRUST U BLINDLY
AND IGNORED ME COZ I ALWAYS WARNED THEM,
AGAINST YOU, YOU AND ONLY YOU

U TOLD THEM CRAP ABT ME AND THEY BELIEVED
I WONDER HOW BLIND WERE THEY TO FALL IN YOUR TALKS
THEY IGNORED ME,
STOPPED TALKING TO ME,
NEVER DISCUSSED THEIR PROBLEMS WITH ME
HATED ME SO MUCH THAT
I THOUGHT THEY WOULD NEVER COME BACK
BUT THEY SOON REALISED THAT U WERE FLAUNTING ENUF
LAST BUT NOT THE LEAST THEY REALISED THAT
U KNEW HOW TO BUY FRIENDS AND NEVER UNDERSTAND THEM
THEY ALSO REALISED THAT U WERE NOT A GOOD ADVISOR
BUT STILL A KID TO ADVICE.

WELL THIS IS A REAL STORY BUT DONT ASK ME TO SPECIFY HIS/HER.....

jus read dis...its awesom!!

A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"

The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat

field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.

But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back

to pick."

The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat,

but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.

Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger

one waiting for him.

Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he starts to

realise that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he

knew he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.

So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand. The teacher

told him, "...this is love... you keep looking for better ones, but

when later you realise, you have already missed the person....