The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was... Lovers dont finally meet somewhere They are in each other all along..
JELALUDDIN RUMI.......
It is said that within the soul of every woman can be found the wildness of the wolf, the intelligence, the knowing of the seasons, the belonging to ones pack
Young and innocent, playful and trusting, born into a world where one must learn to survive. I hear the call of my soul and follow, for there lie my true loves and nature. Head up and sniffing the air, I rise, shake the dust from my fur and howl to a full and glorious moon
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Friday, 28 September 2007
Laying down the pen, she also laid down her hopes and dreams, for in her heart she knew, she could no longer fool herself that she was capable of writing the fairytale of love turned around.. not with her co-author...she had grown up.
No more, turning one more page believing that this time the tale would have a happy ending for she having examined the book closely, realised all the chapters thus far had followed the same theme...the dream turned to drama
Ripping out the pages that brought value and meaning to her life, she picks up her pen and closes the cover, the book lies somewhere, she knows not where.
She hears one still writes there, a tale of woe, of love abandoned.. the pages flutter in the wind, to the best of her knowledge, left unread
The book is now his and his alone, for with her pen she writes a new tale where words like love, respect, courage, faith, togetherness,freedom,security above all happiness and balance have found their home.