Hubby,
Thanks for being there when I needed a shoulder to lean on, for patiently listening to my personal problems. Hon, I just want you to know how happy am I to have you in my life and I thank God for that. Thank you for the love and the joy you bring. You've changed my life, hon.
You're the only boyfriend who gives my heart some excitement and thrills. When I'm with you I feel like I'm out of control! You taught me how to handle life seriously, you taught me how to solve my problems and to face it without any fear... when I'm with you, I feel no fear, not even a single one.
I know that when you say you love me and I admit that I've fallen for you, I know that I wouldn't shed any tears from now on. I love you and that's what I want you to bear in your mind, and it's for keeps.
Yours and only yours,
Wifey
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Body language in declaration of love
ddenly the woman confidently declares her friend: “This evening he would invite me to dinner.” How can she know of it, if the man did not say a word to her? But the words here are not needed …
A lot of people think that all information we are passing through the words. Alas, this is a mistake. With words we pass on only 40% of the information, moreover words often lie, while our gestures, facial expressions, postures and attitudes very, very eloquent. The main thing – to understand this language. It is especially useful body language in such thing as love. Instead of lost in conjectures how he treat to you, you can listen carefully the language of gestures. So you not only better understand your partner, but will be able to give himsignals of love.
~*~Eyes black, eyes passionate…However, the eyes may be blue, gray, and green. It’s not matter a color, but in an intimate glance which tell that you are not indifferent to your partner. Experts describe intimate glance as a triangle, passing through the eye line and falling on his chin. The closer the communication, the lower this view. So if your new friend looks at you in the eye at first, and then go down to the chest and lower and lower – he has very interesting expectancies. Well, if your intentions are the same, you can answer him the same look.
~*~Hands on his belt – this is serious Some unconscious movements of both men and women indicate their interest in the opposite sex. It’s funny to look at man which begins to smarten up in the presence of a woman: he smooths his hair, his hands reached to the neck to straighten his tie, collar, shirt or jacket. All this gestures were quite “harmless”. But when a man begins to lay his big finger in his belt – it is a manifestation of undisguised and rather aggressive desire. In that gesture man accentuates the area “below the belt”.
~*~Only bare a wristThe fair sex for the attract the attention of men use similar signals – they touch his hair, straightens clothes, looking for a long time and significantly. The men’s gesture of aggression with laying the finger in his belt for women is more softer – they hold only one finger on the belt, the other – in a handbag or pocket.Another typical female gesture – a demonstration of the wrist. Women interested in a potential sexual partner, will periodically show him a smooth soft skin of his wrists. Looked down even lower, at his legs. No wonder men are so attentive to women’s legs, because their position can tell a lot about the hidden intentions of the ladies. A woman who occupies a “defensive” position towards the man sitting with a tightly crowded legs. But if the legs are placed slightly wider than usual, so woman have no plans for the strong defense…
~*~Limpid insinuation....About more powerful and conscious desires can indicates the position – when a woman sits with one leg tucked under the other, and turn the knee to the man to whom she was interested. This is a free posture, which allows smart bare her knees. Throw off the shoe also speaks of a relaxed pose. Women use and other signals, such as a slow cross her legs in front men and a slow return it to a normal posture ".., a gentle stroking of the hips, which is speaking about expectation of touch men’s hands. Of course, the love body language not exhausted in it, but even this is enough to begin such a dialogue without words…
Well,well....this is how I flirt! I just stare with my lower lip half-bitten....^_~
Recipe for a Happy Marriage Poem
Mix one cup of overflowing love with faith in God and each other.Never let bitter spirits brew overnight.Sweeten with laughter and understanding.Add daily prayer to hold these ingredients together.Sift with respect and work towards a common dream.Sprinkle generously with hugs and kisses.Serve daily with a loving heart.YIELD: Serves one happy marriage.
*1 Cup of Consideration
*1 Cup of Consideration
2 Cups of Praise
1 Small Pinch of In-Laws
1 Tablespoon of Contentment
1 Gallon of Patience
2 Tablespoons of Flattery
1 Cup of Encouragement
A dash of Faith and Trust
Take love and loyalty and mix thoroughly with faith. Blend in kindness and understanding. Add friendship and suprise, stirring well. Fold in passion alternating with an abundance of laughter. Bake with sunshine and rainbows. Garnish with forgiveness and thoughtfullness. Serve daily with generous helpings.YIELD: Serves 2 for a lifetime.
The Most Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing in
the middle of the town proclaiming that
he had the most beautiful heart in the
whole valley. A large crowd gathered and
they all admired his heart for it was
perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw
in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was
the most beautiful heart they had ever
seen. The young man was very proud and
boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at
the front of the crowd and said, "Why
your heart is not nearly as beautiful
as mine." The crowd and the young man
looked at the old man's heart. It was
beating strongly, but full of scars,
it had places where pieces had been
removed and other pieces put in, but
they didn't fit quite right and there
were several jagged edges. In fact,
in some places there were deep gouges
where whole pieces were missing. The
people stared -- how can he say his
heart is more beautiful, they thought?
The young man looked at the old
man's heart and saw its state and
laughed. "You must be joking," he said.
"Compare your heart with mine, mine
is perfect and yours is a mess of scars
and tears." "Yes," said the old man,
"yours is perfect looking but I would
never trade with you. You see, every
scar represents a person to whom I have
given my love - I tear out a piece of
my heart and give it to them, and often
they give me a piece of their heart
which fits into the empty place in my
heart, but because the pieces aren't
exact, I have some rough edges, which
I cherish, because they remind me of
the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of
my heart away, and the other person
hasn't returned a piece of his heart
to me. These are the empty gouges --
giving love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful,
they stay open, reminding me of the
love I have for these people too, and
I hope someday they may return and
fill the space I have waiting. So
now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently
with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man,
reached into his perfect young
and beautiful heart, and ripped
a piece out. He offered it to the
old man with trembling hands. The
old man took his offering, placed
it in his heart and then took a
piece from his old scarred heart
and placed it in the wound in the
young man's heart. It fit, but not
perfectly, as there were some jagged
edges. The young man looked at his
heart, not perfect anymore but
more beautiful than ever, since
love from the old man's heart flowed
into his.
the middle of the town proclaiming that
he had the most beautiful heart in the
whole valley. A large crowd gathered and
they all admired his heart for it was
perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw
in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was
the most beautiful heart they had ever
seen. The young man was very proud and
boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at
the front of the crowd and said, "Why
your heart is not nearly as beautiful
as mine." The crowd and the young man
looked at the old man's heart. It was
beating strongly, but full of scars,
it had places where pieces had been
removed and other pieces put in, but
they didn't fit quite right and there
were several jagged edges. In fact,
in some places there were deep gouges
where whole pieces were missing. The
people stared -- how can he say his
heart is more beautiful, they thought?
The young man looked at the old
man's heart and saw its state and
laughed. "You must be joking," he said.
"Compare your heart with mine, mine
is perfect and yours is a mess of scars
and tears." "Yes," said the old man,
"yours is perfect looking but I would
never trade with you. You see, every
scar represents a person to whom I have
given my love - I tear out a piece of
my heart and give it to them, and often
they give me a piece of their heart
which fits into the empty place in my
heart, but because the pieces aren't
exact, I have some rough edges, which
I cherish, because they remind me of
the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of
my heart away, and the other person
hasn't returned a piece of his heart
to me. These are the empty gouges --
giving love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful,
they stay open, reminding me of the
love I have for these people too, and
I hope someday they may return and
fill the space I have waiting. So
now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently
with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man,
reached into his perfect young
and beautiful heart, and ripped
a piece out. He offered it to the
old man with trembling hands. The
old man took his offering, placed
it in his heart and then took a
piece from his old scarred heart
and placed it in the wound in the
young man's heart. It fit, but not
perfectly, as there were some jagged
edges. The young man looked at his
heart, not perfect anymore but
more beautiful than ever, since
love from the old man's heart flowed
into his.
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