<?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-3129106028386861094</id><updated>2011-12-06T18:56:00.971-05:00</updated><category term='Love Letters'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My Mind Works - My Fingers Type</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-1194064654657080715</id><published>2011-11-07T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:41:17.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>It's Held Within</title><content type='html'>Goodbye to all those things we have&lt;br /&gt;been through in all those years.&lt;br /&gt;The sadness covered by many laughs&lt;br /&gt;that wiped away our tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be thankful for so many things&lt;br /&gt;when past events went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Is just not easy or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;but surely makes you strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed and I came to find&lt;br /&gt;the love that's held within.&lt;br /&gt;My family, friends, my wife - so kind&lt;br /&gt;that's where it all begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to cherish everything&lt;br /&gt;and anything that's near.&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for the way I'm living&lt;br /&gt;all throughout the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-1194064654657080715?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/1194064654657080715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-held-within.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1194064654657080715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1194064654657080715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-held-within.html' title='It&apos;s Held Within'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6737784859308720422</id><published>2011-08-02T19:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:01:29.352-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letters'/><title type='text'>5th Anniversary Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="yui_3_2_0_5_1312415771397181" class="tripane message content"&gt;My Dearest Wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="msg-body inner  undoreset" style=""&gt;&lt;div id="yiv307883002"&gt;&lt;div face="times new roman, new york, times, serif" size="12pt" color="#fff"&gt;&lt;div id="yiv307883002"&gt;&lt;div id="yiv307883002yui_3_2_0_4_131161450087953" class="yiv307883002yui_3_2_0_4_131161450087948" face="times new roman, new york, times, serif" size="12pt" color="#fff"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="yiv307883002yui_3_2_0_4_131161450087966"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" id="yiv307883002yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406390" name="yui_3_2_0_4_131157112940640"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As  a couple we have walked the path of marriage to this destination - our  5th wedding anniversary. Half a decade of marriage - doesn't time fly?  In all those years we've experienced quite some times, but everything  we've been through has proven our love more and more real. Just like a  rain drop falling from the sky, beginning its journey by flowing with  the current, its path going through ups and downs until it soaks into  the earth where it continuous its journey underground. That's exactly  how I'd describe what we have; Cupid's hit us with his love arrow  unexpectedly and we've fallen for each other head over heel. Our path  has brought us through ups and downs but we kept on going no matter how  big the rocks in our way were. When it'll be time for us to leave this  world, our love will continuously live on to infinity and beyond  underground.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="yiv307883002yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406405"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_131157112940696"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="yiv307883002yui_3_2_0_4_131161450087975"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_131157112940697"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Infinite...  Doesn't that have a nice ring to it? I'm loving you so much that I wish  time on this world would go on forever. What I know for a fact, though,  is that I'll always have you close to me. You're the one person I can  always count on. I've put my life into your hands, knowing that there's  no better place for it to be and nobody that can care for it as much as  you do.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406118"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being  with you is like dreaming with my eyes wide open. I'm drawn to you in  so many ways that it's hard to focus on anything else. Even after all  this time I'm still crazy about you and addicted to you in each and  every way. I could spend my days with nothing more but looking at you  and listening to that beautiful angel voice of yours. You've put a spell  on me when you first entered that chat room and it's never worn off  ever since. What makes it so wonderful is that even though I'm aware of  that, I don't mind if you put another thousand spells on me. I'm dancing  at your fingertips and I enjoy every second of it. I know what I got  with you and know that you deserve to be treated like a princess.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406210"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  woman's worth is so much more than just looks or how great her curves  lie. It's about how she shows her heart and soul and how she presents  herself. If all that gets combined and served on a silver platter you  know you have something worth much more than you expected.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="yiv307883002yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406416"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406224"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="yiv307883002yui_3_2_0_4_131161450087984"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406225"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The  time spent on earth is precious and you always got to make the most out  of it. I've already made the most out of it by loving and marrying you.  There's nothing else I'd rather do than spend my time on this world  with you. Our two hearts have melted into one and have not been  separated ever since - and never will. When two people like us fit  together so perfectly it just has to be right.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="yiv307883002yui_3_2_0_4_131161450087991"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406236"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  you see, once again I'm trying to say how much I love you but all I'm  ending up with is ramblings. How do I put something in words when there  aren't any words to describe it? And how would I show you the value of  our love when there's not nearly enough money in this world to do that? I  didn't really have to think about that for long, because there's only  one thing in the universe that can answer all those questions, and that  one thing is "love"! Even though I might never be able to fully describe  how much I really love you, I will always show you with my love. And  even though we'll have enough money to not have to worry about anything  one day, there would still never be enough money no matter how much we'd  save up or how long we'd live. It's just that simple: Our love is so  extremely worthy, special, unique and endless that it's just  indescribable. But believe me when I tell you that I'll keep on trying  to describe it until I get close to doing so. And even after that I'll  continue trying!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406288"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  have those special moments when we can't get enough of each other at  all and it's like we're back in our teenage years and just fell in love  with one another. That's what I love about us. No matter how much time  we spend together, there are still plenty of moments where we experience  new things about each other and new things about our marriage. There  have also been lots of times when I fell in love with you all over  again. Either you just said something or once again entered a room in  your true beauty, or perhaps you just sat there and looked breathtaking.  No matter what, you're my dream come true and I know my dream will go  on until the last rose dies.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406312"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am so much in love with you that at times everything else around us  seems unnecessary. You are all I need and you are all I want. This is me  wanting you to know that my love for you is definite and true and I'll  love you endlessly!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406324"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's  to another twenty years. Let us move on to our silver wedding  anniversary, before we go to our gold and then to our diamond one. We  are meant to be together. We are meant to last forever.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406336"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To infinity and beyond.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, Baby.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406366"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eternal love,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406372"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your husband&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="yui_3_2_0_4_1311571129406377"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-6737784859308720422?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/6737784859308720422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/08/5th-anniversary-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6737784859308720422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6737784859308720422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/08/5th-anniversary-letter.html' title='5th Anniversary Letter'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-4389480165748648972</id><published>2011-07-26T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:28:35.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Aries</title><content type='html'>A masculine positive cardinal fire sign,&lt;br /&gt;Hot and fiery, always likes to shine.&lt;br /&gt;Lustful and sensual,&lt;br /&gt;Passionate and physical.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes selfish,&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time expressive.&lt;br /&gt;Now and then possessive,&lt;br /&gt;But ALL THE TIME protective!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-4389480165748648972?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/4389480165748648972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/07/aries.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4389480165748648972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4389480165748648972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/07/aries.html' title='Aries'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5870635022599098911</id><published>2011-07-26T00:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:19:19.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>Lonely and alone&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by green&lt;br /&gt;In a forbidden zone&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;Wraps me in cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly growing&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of control&lt;br /&gt;Tattered and torn&lt;br /&gt;In search for my goal&lt;br /&gt;Before I am reborn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5870635022599098911?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5870635022599098911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/07/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5870635022599098911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5870635022599098911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/07/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-7892823756322494926</id><published>2011-06-08T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:19:10.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>To Believe or Not To Believe</title><content type='html'>Believing is a big part of life. When growing up you mostly follow the beliefs of your parents, but as you grow older you start to develop your own beliefs. Believing in something is important for most people and differs in the religion you have. As far as I know, God is the one most of the population believe in, but certainly not the only one. Nowadays, New Age comes up in conversations even more than it did back in the days. If I'm not mistaken, it's its own class and doesn't have a holy text unlike most formal religions. It's a mind-body-soul spirituality where people with the same beliefs get together. It is believed that things like healing with only your hands and mind is absolutely possible and unlike any other religion, there's no actual believing in a "Being" (like God, Buddha…etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a family filled with non-believers, and even now, I've never believed in God. I went through events like a confirmation and had to attend religious classes in school, but I just couldn't get myself to believe in God. As years passed and tragic events happened, I lost faith in believing at all. I've heard sayings about God, that there's a reason for everything He does, but being filled with pain and confusion, I just couldn't understand why He would take loved ones away from us. Going through life filled with tragic and unfair events showed me even more that something like God just couldn't exist. At least not in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, trying to put a post together about something I don't really believe in, but feeling the need of having to do it anyway. I feel that there's something higher than us. Something that watches over us and protects us from bad things. Thinking about all the things that have happened in the world and are still happening, there just has to be a higher being. Some things just don't make any sense at all and to find an actual answer to all those questions is just too hard. So I feel it, but do I actually believe in it? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I've asked myself the question of whether or not life would be easier if I'd actually believe in something. Would life so far had turned out different if I'd believed in God? Or believed in anything at all? Would I be a different person if that would be the case? But then I realized something. I thought about it hard and long and came to the conclusion that I indeed believe in something higher. Something that's above us and - I like to think so - protects us from the bad. I found something, something that might be the answer to my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said that believing in something has to be religious? Who said that the only beliefs you can have are the believing in God etc.? I know for a lot of religious people, that's exactly the case. But what about the spiritual folk? Aren't the things they believe in emotional? Like Love and Astrology? Crystals and Tarot Cards? If I'm not mistaken, that's exactly what it is. I'm not sure if I believe in the telling of the future by astrology, crystals and tarot cards, but I can definitely say that I do believe in love. The moment you are born you receive the love of your mother. Then your father and the entire family come into picture. You receive all their love and you didn't even do anything to get it all. You've only seen this world for a few minutes, but you're already overflowed by it. The receiving continues as you grow older, and by the time you can make decisions for yourself, you start giving love. So if we think about this for a second, love accompanies you throughout your entire life, so isn't the belief in love (which is something spiritual) equal to the belief in a God? (religious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of questions I might never get an answer to, but I'll definitely keep an open mind when going through life, because you never know when something comes your way that makes you feel 'free'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-7892823756322494926?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/7892823756322494926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-believe-or-not-to-believe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/7892823756322494926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/7892823756322494926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-believe-or-not-to-believe.html' title='To Believe or Not To Believe'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-1230090642540604386</id><published>2011-05-18T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:29:24.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I know that you'll heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You feel like life's stabbing you in the back,&lt;br /&gt;and all the visions you've seen have turned black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel lonely and just want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;because everything is just passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you don't feel like doing much at all,&lt;br /&gt;and in this big world you feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason? What is the deal?&lt;br /&gt;It can not be right, it's all so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are treated, it's simply unfair,&lt;br /&gt;body, mind and soul feel like they tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've done so much with nothing in return,&lt;br /&gt;Soon it'll be no longer  your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the future and see what is there,&lt;br /&gt;there won't be time for sadness to spare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be happy and we will have fun,&lt;br /&gt;we'll have adventures and then some more, Hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge home, a big garden it'll hold,&lt;br /&gt;a new chapter in our story will be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jacuzzi and a big pool to swim,&lt;br /&gt;our green grass will have a very nice trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One huge room with lots of books to fill,&lt;br /&gt;Where we can read, have a drink and just chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night I can fire up the grill,&lt;br /&gt;while looking up at the sand covered hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today we live in the here and now,&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing really fills us with a wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will change, but I'm always  here for you,&lt;br /&gt;And with everything I'll help you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend to know how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;but as long as I'm here I know that you'll heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-1230090642540604386?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/1230090642540604386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-that-youll-heal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Happy Birthday, Princess</title><content type='html'>It was a sunny day when you were born,&lt;br /&gt;probably the reason why you love corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday's in spring when gardening starts,&lt;br /&gt;when you grow fruits to make pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bomb you are in the kitchen as well,&lt;br /&gt;where you cook things that make my belly swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more beautiful than you ever were,&lt;br /&gt;let's have a drink so bring out the liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see there's nothing you can't do,&lt;br /&gt;which explains why I'm keep falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will have a beautiful day,&lt;br /&gt;with love from your hubby who's gone insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-4254960940985863285?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-4379190790372190899</id><published>2011-02-23T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:13:41.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>All I've Ever Wanted To Be</title><content type='html'>He was there right by my side&lt;br /&gt;He held my hand, was full of pride&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, his first born son&lt;br /&gt;And that is how my life begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From birth on he was always there&lt;br /&gt;Looked out for me, made sure he cared&lt;br /&gt;He showed me things I'd never seen&lt;br /&gt;And took me places I'd never been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the adventures we had&lt;br /&gt;And all the interesting things we'd said&lt;br /&gt;Our days were filled with laughter and fun&lt;br /&gt;And lots of picnic's under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summer we went to beaches in spain&lt;br /&gt;Times spent there sure were anything but lame&lt;br /&gt;And skiing in the mountains in winter for days&lt;br /&gt;Was something that made us go out of our ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still after all those many years&lt;br /&gt;After bad choices and lots of fears&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by and I became a man&lt;br /&gt;But he was still there to tell me that I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;And I can always count on him&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, he's there for me&lt;br /&gt;He's all I've ever wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dad, for all that you've done&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I'm proud to be your son&lt;br /&gt;I've never told you, but it's true&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me, I love you too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-4379190790372190899?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/4379190790372190899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-ive-ever-wanted-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4379190790372190899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4379190790372190899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-ive-ever-wanted-to-be.html' title='All I&apos;ve Ever Wanted To Be'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-2979171375814642102</id><published>2011-02-16T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:13:13.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Life Ain't Easy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life things just don't go right&lt;br /&gt;People are changing and you lose your light&lt;br /&gt;Everything around you seems to break apart&lt;br /&gt;And that's how it feels deep down in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start questioning all hat has been&lt;br /&gt;And tears start blurring everything you've seen&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unsure with how your life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where you will get your strength from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing called life is as hard as it can be&lt;br /&gt;We meet different people but nothing's for free&lt;br /&gt;But to truly feel broken, nothing comes close&lt;br /&gt;For the once we love can hurt us the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect; that's just how it is&lt;br /&gt;We are only humans, always remember this&lt;br /&gt;We learn from life and life learns from us&lt;br /&gt;There's nobody out there but yourself to impress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget it could always be worse&lt;br /&gt;Take two steps back and start to observe&lt;br /&gt;True friends are always there by your side&lt;br /&gt;But what is worth fighting for only you can decide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-2979171375814642102?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/2979171375814642102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-aint-easy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2979171375814642102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2979171375814642102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-aint-easy.html' title='Life Ain&apos;t Easy'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-2483804539439449839</id><published>2011-02-15T17:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:49:34.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Good Meets Evil</title><content type='html'>Anger rising from deep inside of him&lt;br /&gt;Everything's changing; head, blood and limb&lt;br /&gt;Full of temper and full of hate&lt;br /&gt;Damage is done, now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her looks are filled with sadness and fear&lt;br /&gt;Screaming and yelling is all she can hear&lt;br /&gt;Like something good that turns into bad&lt;br /&gt;She closes her eyes, it makes her so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time passes slowly while she counts to ten&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to stop, wants the noise to end&lt;br /&gt;Not noticing the rage she sees in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if that man is nothing but lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into a monster he turns when he's mad&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna live with that" she'd once said&lt;br /&gt;Anger management is what he needs&lt;br /&gt;Before both their hearts forever bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger rising from deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Changing into something I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Full of temper and full of hate&lt;br /&gt;Let's work on it before it's too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-2483804539439449839?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-4091683988252932996</id><published>2011-01-05T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:22:23.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Be Who You Are...</title><content type='html'>Taking a look back at old pictures and memories I've noticed how much  we've all changed in the past few years. It's a scary concept when you  really think about it. We all used to talk about never wanting to grow  up and wanting to be kids forever. Things change and it's those changes  in our lives that help us shape who we are as adults. Sometimes you  can't help but wish you were that kid once again, living life without a  care, goofing around and being yourself, and it makes me wonder: What is  going to happen to us in the future? Where will our choices take us in  life? Who will be there in the end for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we take charge of  our lives we grow, and the adults we grow into are undetermined. Take  charge of your own destiny, make yourself into the best person you can  possibly be. Don't let other people's judgments and opinions take a  place in determining who you are as a whole. Yes we will make mistakes,  yes we will fall, but in the end we will always pick ourselves back up  and keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;“Around here, however,  we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening  up new doors and doing new things… and curiosity keeps leading us down  new paths.” - Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I'm going to keep  moving forward and not let my past mistakes ruin the bright future I  have ahead of me. Yes I've screwed up one too many times but that will  not hinder my efforts. I am whoever I wish to be, whether that be what  the world wants or not. I will always be myself no matter what. I am who  I chose to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-4091683988252932996?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/4091683988252932996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/01/be-who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4091683988252932996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4091683988252932996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2011/01/be-who-you-are.html' title='Be Who You Are...'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6459275326600751192</id><published>2010-12-20T22:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:31:07.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you hate it when you're looking for something online and you have to go to a thousand different places to look for it? Well I sure do, and that's why I've made this post here with some of the most famous Christmas songs. Enjoy and keep on singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TRAsVYdRu5I/AAAAAAAAARk/Jwotlpr9PCE/s1600/christmas-background-with-shiny-tex1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TRAsVYdRu5I/AAAAAAAAARk/Jwotlpr9PCE/s320/christmas-background-with-shiny-tex1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552987086401944466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jingle Bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Over the fields we go, laughing all the way&lt;br /&gt;Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright&lt;br /&gt;What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride&lt;br /&gt;And soon Miss Fanny Bright, was seated by my side&lt;br /&gt;The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seemed his lot&lt;br /&gt;He got into a drifted bank and we got upsot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day or two ago, the story I must tell&lt;br /&gt;I went out on the snow, and on my back I fell&lt;br /&gt;A gent was riding by, in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;He laughed as there I sprawling lie but quickly drove away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the ground is white, go it while you're young&lt;br /&gt;Take the girls tonight, and sing this sleighing song&lt;br /&gt;Just get a bob-tailed bay, two-forty as his speed&lt;br /&gt;Hitch him to an open sleigh and crack! you'll take the lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Merry Little Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be light&lt;br /&gt;From now on&lt;br /&gt;Our troubles will be out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Make the Yule-tide gay&lt;br /&gt;From now on&lt;br /&gt;Our troubles will be miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are as in olden days&lt;br /&gt;Happy golden days of yore&lt;br /&gt;Faithful friends who are dear to us&lt;br /&gt;Gather near to us once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years we all will be together&lt;br /&gt;If the Fates allow&lt;br /&gt;Hang a shining star upon the highest bough&lt;br /&gt;And have yourself a merry little Christmas now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of a white Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Just like the ones I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Where the treetops glisten,&lt;br /&gt;and children listen&lt;br /&gt;To hear sleigh bells in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of a white Christmas&lt;br /&gt;With every Christmas card I write&lt;br /&gt;May your days be merry and bright&lt;br /&gt;And may all your Christmases be white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of a white Christmas&lt;br /&gt;With every Christmas card I write&lt;br /&gt;May your days be merry and bright&lt;br /&gt;And may all your Christmases be white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again&lt;br /&gt;With candy canes and silver lanes aglow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Toys in ev'ry store&lt;br /&gt;But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be&lt;br /&gt;On your own front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots&lt;br /&gt;Is the wish of Barney and Ben&lt;br /&gt;Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk&lt;br /&gt;Is the hope of Janice and Jen&lt;br /&gt;And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well&lt;br /&gt;The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Soon the bells will start&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing&lt;br /&gt;Right within your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll Be Home For Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreamin' tonight of a place I love&lt;br /&gt;Even more then I usually do&lt;br /&gt;And although I know it's a long road back&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me&lt;br /&gt;Please have snow and mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;And presents under the tree&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve will find me&lt;br /&gt;Where the love light beams&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;If only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve will find me&lt;br /&gt;Where the love light beams&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;If only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;If only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;We Wish You A Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;Good tidings we bring to you and your kin&lt;br /&gt;Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bring us a figgy pudding&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bring us a figgy pudding&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bring us a figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer&lt;br /&gt;We won't go until we get some&lt;br /&gt;We won't go until we get some&lt;br /&gt;We won't go until we get some, so bring some out here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Deck The Halls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deck the halls with boughs of holly&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to be jolly&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don we now our gay apparel&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la, la la la, la la la&lt;br /&gt;Troll the ancient Yule tide carol&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the blazing Yule before us&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Strike the harp and join the chorus&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me in merry measure&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;While I tell of Yule tide treasure&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast away the old year passes&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Hail the new, ye lads and lasses&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing we joyous, all together&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Heedless of the wind and weather&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Silent Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night, holy night&lt;br /&gt;All is calm, all is bright&lt;br /&gt;Round yon virgin mother and child&lt;br /&gt;Holy infant so tender and mild&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in heavenly peace&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in heavenly peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night, holy night&lt;br /&gt;Shepherds quake at the sight&lt;br /&gt;Glories stream from heaven afar&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly hosts sing alleluia&lt;br /&gt;Christ the Savior, is born&lt;br /&gt;Christ the Savior, is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night, holy night&lt;br /&gt;Son of God, love's pure light&lt;br /&gt;Radiant beams from thy holy face&lt;br /&gt;With the dawn of redeeming grace&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lord, at thy birth&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lord, at thy birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;12 Days Of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;A partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sixth day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eighth day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ninth day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Ten lords a-leaping&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eleventh day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Eleven pipers piping&lt;br /&gt;Ten lords a-leaping&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Twelve drummers drumming&lt;br /&gt;Eleven pipers piping&lt;br /&gt;Ten lords a-leaping&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The First Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Noel, the Angels did say&lt;br /&gt;Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay&lt;br /&gt;In fields where they lay keeping their sheep&lt;br /&gt;On a cold winter's night that was so deep&lt;br /&gt;Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel&lt;br /&gt;Born is the King of Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked up and saw a star&lt;br /&gt;Shining in the East beyond them far&lt;br /&gt;And to the earth it gave great light&lt;br /&gt;And so it continued both day and night&lt;br /&gt;Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel&lt;br /&gt;Born is the King of Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the light of that same star&lt;br /&gt;Three Wise men came from country far&lt;br /&gt;To seek for a King was their intent&lt;br /&gt;And to follow the star wherever it went&lt;br /&gt;Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel&lt;br /&gt;Born is the King of Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This star drew nigh to the northwest&lt;br /&gt;O'er Bethlehem it took its rest&lt;br /&gt;And there it did both Pause and stay&lt;br /&gt;Right o'er the place where Jesus lay&lt;br /&gt;Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel&lt;br /&gt;Born is the King of Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then entered in those Wise men three&lt;br /&gt;Full reverently upon their knee&lt;br /&gt;And offered there in His presence&lt;br /&gt;Their gold and myrrh and frankincense&lt;br /&gt;Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel&lt;br /&gt;Born is the King of Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let us all with one accord&lt;br /&gt;Sing praises to our heavenly Lord&lt;br /&gt;That hath made Heaven and earth of nought&lt;br /&gt;And with his blood mankind has bought&lt;br /&gt;Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel&lt;br /&gt;Born is the King of Israel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year&lt;br /&gt;With the kids jingle-belling&lt;br /&gt;And everyone telling you&lt;br /&gt;Be of good cheer&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hap-happiest season of all&lt;br /&gt;With those holiday greetings&lt;br /&gt;And great happy meetings&lt;br /&gt;When friends come to call&lt;br /&gt;It's the hap-happiest season of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be parties for hosting&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallows for roasting&lt;br /&gt;And caroling out in the snow&lt;br /&gt;There'll be scary ghost stories&lt;br /&gt;And tales of the glories&lt;br /&gt;Of Christmases long, long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year&lt;br /&gt;There be much mistletoe-ing&lt;br /&gt;And hearts will be glowing&lt;br /&gt;When loved ones are near&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, there'll be parties for hosting&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallows for roasting&lt;br /&gt;And caroling out in the snow&lt;br /&gt;There'll be scary ghost stories&lt;br /&gt;And tales of the glories&lt;br /&gt;Of Christmases long, long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year&lt;br /&gt;There be much mistletoe-ing&lt;br /&gt;And hearts will be glowing&lt;br /&gt;When loved ones are near&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful time&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful time&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jingle Bell Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring&lt;br /&gt;Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun&lt;br /&gt;Now the jingle hop has begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square&lt;br /&gt;In the frosty air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bright time, it's the right time&lt;br /&gt;To rock the night away&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bell time is a swell time&lt;br /&gt;To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet&lt;br /&gt;Jingle around the clock&lt;br /&gt;Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet&lt;br /&gt;That's the jingle bell&lt;br /&gt;That's the jingle bell&lt;br /&gt;That's the jingle bell rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Walking In A Winter Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'&lt;br /&gt;In the lane snow is glistenin'&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Walking in a winter wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone away is the blue bird&lt;br /&gt;Here to stay is the new bird&lt;br /&gt;He sings a love song as we go along&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a winter wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meadow we can build a snowman&lt;br /&gt;And pretend that he is parson brown&lt;br /&gt;He'll say, "Are you married?" We'll say, "No, man&lt;br /&gt;But you can do the job when you're in town"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we'll conspire&lt;br /&gt;As we dream by the fire&lt;br /&gt;To face unafraid, the plans that we've made&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a winter wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we'll conspire&lt;br /&gt;As we dream by the fire&lt;br /&gt;To face unafraid, the plans that we've made&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a winter wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go walking in a winter wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a winter wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a winter wonderland, hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;We'll go walking, walking in a winter wonderland&lt;br /&gt;In a winter wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Santa Claus Is Coming To Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! You better watch out&lt;br /&gt;You better not cry&lt;br /&gt;You better not pout&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's making a list&lt;br /&gt;He's checking it twice&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna find out&lt;br /&gt;who's naughty or nice&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees you when you're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;He knows when you're awake&lt;br /&gt;He knows if you've been bad or good&lt;br /&gt;So be good for goodness sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...You better watch out&lt;br /&gt;You better not cry&lt;br /&gt;You better not pout&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little tin horns&lt;br /&gt;Little toy drums&lt;br /&gt;Rudy-toot-toot&lt;br /&gt;and rummy tum tums&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little toy dolls&lt;br /&gt;that cuddle and coo&lt;br /&gt;Elephants, boats&lt;br /&gt;and Kiddie cars too&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids in Girl and Boy Land&lt;br /&gt;will have a jubilee&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna build a toyland town&lt;br /&gt;all around the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better watch out&lt;br /&gt;You better not cry&lt;br /&gt;You better not pout&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is comin'&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is comin'&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is comin'&lt;br /&gt;To town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here Comes Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Right down Santa Claus Lane&lt;br /&gt;Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer&lt;br /&gt;Pullin' on the reins&lt;br /&gt;Bells are ringin', children singin'&lt;br /&gt;All is merry and bright&lt;br /&gt;So hang your stockings and say your prayers&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Right down Santa Claus Lane&lt;br /&gt;He's got a bag that's filled with toys&lt;br /&gt;For boys and girls again&lt;br /&gt;Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a beautiful sight&lt;br /&gt;So jump in bed, and cover your head&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Right down Santa Claus Lane&lt;br /&gt;He'll come around when chimes ring out&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time again&lt;br /&gt;Peace on earth will come to all&lt;br /&gt;If we just follow the light&lt;br /&gt;So let's give thanks to the Lord above&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Right down Santa Claus Lane&lt;br /&gt;Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer&lt;br /&gt;Pullin' on the reins&lt;br /&gt;Bells are ringin', children singin'&lt;br /&gt;All is merry and bright&lt;br /&gt;So jump in bed, and cover your head&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace on earth will come to all&lt;br /&gt;If we just follow the light&lt;br /&gt;So let's give thanks to the Lord above&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight&lt;br /&gt;So let's give thanks to the Lord above&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;O Holy Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O holy night, the stars are brightly shining&lt;br /&gt;It is the night of our dear Savior's birth&lt;br /&gt;Long lay the world in sin and error pining&lt;br /&gt;Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices&lt;br /&gt;For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hear the angel voices&lt;br /&gt;O night divine&lt;br /&gt;O night when Christ was born&lt;br /&gt;O night divine&lt;br /&gt;O night, O night divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices&lt;br /&gt;For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hear the angel voices&lt;br /&gt;O night divine&lt;br /&gt;O night when Christ was born&lt;br /&gt;O night divine&lt;br /&gt;O night, O night divine&lt;br /&gt;O holy night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rocking Around The Christmas Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocking around the Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;at the Christmas party hop&lt;br /&gt;Mistletoe hung where you can see&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry couple tries to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get a sentimental feeling When you hear voices singing&lt;br /&gt;"Let's be jolly; Deck the halls with boughs of holly" Rocking around the Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy holiday&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's dancing merrily&lt;br /&gt;In a new old fashioned way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocking around the Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;Let the Christmas Spirit ring&lt;br /&gt;Later we'll have some pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;and we'll do some caroling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get a sentimental feeling When you hear voices singing&lt;br /&gt;"Let's be jolly; Deck the halls with boughs of holly"&lt;br /&gt;Rocking around the Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy holiday&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's dancing merrily&lt;br /&gt;In a new old fashioned way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer&lt;br /&gt;had a very shiny nose&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever saw him&lt;br /&gt;you would even say it glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the other reindeer&lt;br /&gt;used to laugh and call him names&lt;br /&gt;They never let poor Rudolph&lt;br /&gt;join in any reindeer games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one foggy Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;Santa came to say:&lt;br /&gt;"Rudolph with your nose so bright,&lt;br /&gt;won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the reindeer loved him&lt;br /&gt;as they shouted out with glee&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer&lt;br /&gt;you'll go down in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sleigh Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing&lt;br /&gt;Ring ting tingle-ing too&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it's lovely weather&lt;br /&gt;For a sleigh ride together with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the snow is falling&lt;br /&gt;And friends are calling "You Hoo"&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it's lovely weather&lt;br /&gt;For a sleigh ride together with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap let's go&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at the snow&lt;br /&gt;We're riding in a wonderland of snow&lt;br /&gt;Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap it's grand&lt;br /&gt;Just holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;We're gliding along with the song of a wintry fairy land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we&lt;br /&gt;We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be&lt;br /&gt;Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a birthday party at the home of Farmer Gray&lt;br /&gt;It'll be the perfect ending of a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;We'll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stop&lt;br /&gt;At the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop&lt;br /&gt;Pop! Pop! Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy&lt;br /&gt;When they pass around the coffee and the pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives&lt;br /&gt;These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Let It Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the weather outside is frightful&lt;br /&gt;But the fire is so delightful&lt;br /&gt;And since we've no place to go&lt;br /&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't show signs of stopping&lt;br /&gt;And I brought some corn for popping&lt;br /&gt;The lights are turned way down low&lt;br /&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally say good night&lt;br /&gt;How I hate going out in the storm&lt;br /&gt;But if you really hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;All the way home I'll be warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire is slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;My dear, we're still goodbying&lt;br /&gt;As long as you love me so&lt;br /&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow&lt;br /&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-6459275326600751192?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/6459275326600751192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6459275326600751192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6459275326600751192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-songs.html' title='Christmas Songs'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TRAsVYdRu5I/AAAAAAAAARk/Jwotlpr9PCE/s72-c/christmas-background-with-shiny-tex1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-4316867766242184239</id><published>2010-12-11T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:17:51.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>You Define Love</title><content type='html'>I've experienced both love and what I thought was love, and found pain and hurt. The real definition of love is Kelly, who's given me everything and more. The time we share with one another is breathtaking. I feel safe in her arms, she embraces me; touching every bone in my body as it tingles to the touch of her warm flesh. Her presence lingers in my mind when she isn't physically with me, always on my mind, and in my heart. She cares for me, the way no one can and ever will. Our time spent with each other is blissful. The sound of her voice lets me know that I am safe from all danger. Her lips - oh, how sweet! The laughter we share is like no other. All is serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems, which she has not caused, are but small deteriorating objects that escape my mind when she comforts me. She respects me, not just as a husband, but as a person and a man. She is always honest with me, giving me advice which helps me in becoming a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brings out the best in me, the Simon who has been shut away from his feelings, worrying too much about the well being of others rather than himself, neglecting what means the most. Our relationship could not, and would not survive without forgiveness. The relationship we share is like no other. She looks out for my best interests. Helping each day with the patience I need with others. If I fall, she is right by my side to lift me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is perfect in every way, shape, and form. Happiness describes every moment we share. We've gone beyond our limits, surpassing each other's barriers. What we have may become stale at times but will re-make and once again be fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am in pain she is my remedy. She replenishes the holes made by others in my heart, mending them with her thoughtfulness, kindness, and well-being. She quenches my thirst, whatever it may be. She serenades me as if I were a king in a royal family. Oh, how I cherish her. We were once strangers, but have become the love of one another's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Kelly. Thank you for everything you've done and for everything you're still doing - It means the world to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-4316867766242184239?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/4316867766242184239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-define-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4316867766242184239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4316867766242184239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-define-love.html' title='You Define Love'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-1530655181008400109</id><published>2010-12-08T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T13:20:34.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>Snowflakes falling on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Listen to that beautiful sound&lt;br /&gt;While you walk along the way&lt;br /&gt;Notice the track of Santa's sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts, lights and a Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;Is what in every house you see&lt;br /&gt;The stockings full, the kids asleep&lt;br /&gt;While Santa around the corner sneaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reindeer and a big bag of gifts&lt;br /&gt;The man in red through the night he lifts&lt;br /&gt;When he flies away the bells you hear&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-1530655181008400109?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/1530655181008400109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-spirit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1530655181008400109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1530655181008400109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='The Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5710669506608867619</id><published>2010-12-06T23:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:50:44.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Winter Fantasy</title><content type='html'>Snow flakes falling from above&lt;br /&gt;Let you feel the winter's love&lt;br /&gt;Everything around is white&lt;br /&gt;Shining in the moon so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase the flakes with a windy blow&lt;br /&gt;Wave them where they always go&lt;br /&gt;Deep in wooded forest hollow&lt;br /&gt;Where the trees forget their sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to walk on fresh fallen snow&lt;br /&gt;It sings a song as I walk along&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes tumble to the ground&lt;br /&gt;As they fall without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's enjoy that winter scene&lt;br /&gt;Something you have never seen&lt;br /&gt;Untouched snow, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful image, a winter fantasy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5710669506608867619?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3617141533976036983</id><published>2010-11-30T16:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:22:27.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Secret World Of Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>Wow... how this brings me back into my childhood. The Secret World of Santa Claus is an animated TV show (my favorite to be exact) which I've been watching every year starting in December when I was younger. It's been re-runs for the last, probably at least ten years, but I can never get tired of those. I've never seen it air here in the USA, but I finally found it in English and even found out that you can order them on DVD. Man, I really need some kids, so stuff like this doesn't sound too childish and I actually have a reason to get excited about it. Oh well... anyway, here's a small preview from it and I really do recommend this to everyone who has children or - and that would be my case - just absolutely loves Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkJpkQVNcus?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkJpkQVNcus?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3617141533976036983?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3617141533976036983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-world-of-santa-claus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3617141533976036983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3617141533976036983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-world-of-santa-claus.html' title='The Secret World Of Santa Claus'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6711913601046517039</id><published>2010-11-27T01:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:35:21.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Undying Devotion</title><content type='html'>Before you came into my life, I had given up on ever finding my soul mate; the one person who could set my heart on fire with just one look. I thought that was the stuff of silly, dime store romance novels. At first you were just another face in the crowd -  just another somebody passing aimlessly by, until that fateful day when my eyes laid upon your beautiful face. It was like a ray of sunshine peaking through a cloudy sky. It doesn't take a genius to work out how much I love you, but it takes a very clever person to work out why. You are the gentle breeze in my world of chaos, the calming presence that tells all to be still. When I'm down you lift me up, when I'm tired you spur me on. When I sleep I snuggle in the warmth of your embrace and feel safe. You are my security blanket from the everyday rigors of life. I cherish the day we met, and the love we share. I love you more with each passing day. And it eases me to know that as tomorrow approaches, that I will love you more than yesterday and tomorrow will be more than today. My love for you cannot be measured by words alone as "love" does not fully express my feelings for you. When I think of our love it reminds me of the miracles of life that only something higher can produce. Like the beautiful sunsets and sounds of Mother Nature that sooth our hearts and remind us of something bigger than we can imagine, where two hearts can intertwine and become one. Like two birds in love that fly in harmony and appear to dance with grace and the innocence of a child. You and only you have given me so much hope and have made me realize the true meaning in life. The true meaning of how a man should treat a woman and the true wonders of why we're here. Baby, please accept my heart as your own and listen to the rhythm of two hearts beating as one. This is my will and my reason to live, for without you I would crumble to dust. I now know that dreams of that one true soul mate are truly real and until now were only a fairy tale. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to realize that not only is there a higher being, but it works in so many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-6711913601046517039?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/6711913601046517039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/11/undying-devotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6711913601046517039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6711913601046517039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/11/undying-devotion.html' title='Undying Devotion'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-1741934394403181306</id><published>2010-11-27T01:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T01:05:33.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Something so unique. A bond far stronger than we could imagine for it can bear any pain, face any hurdle and still remain as strong as the first day it was built between two people. True friendship is rare to find, but those tho find it are the luckiest of all. Friends know how to make a bad day seem perfectly good.They know how to forgive when one fails to see the truth. They know how to give, know how to care and how to be there when you need them. Friendship is something which makes everything seem much easier, because if you have one near you, you wouldn't mind swimming through the void. Because you know wherever it may carry you, you have someone you can rely on and trust. Life is a hard battle but having a true friend near you makes the journey seem much easier, knowing someone is there with whom you can share your darkest secrets, your stupid dreams and your fears and hopes. Someone who will scold you and show you what's right. Someone who wouldn't budge from your side when a storm hits. Life is sometimes boring, so you need a friend to spice things up, and having a true friend beside you will help you find the missing ingredients in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-1741934394403181306?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/1741934394403181306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/11/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1741934394403181306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1741934394403181306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/11/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-2964643280648174380</id><published>2010-11-15T19:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:45:20.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ready Or Not - The Christmas Season Is Almost Upon Us</title><content type='html'>The time is almost here again, where everything is possible and everyone is filled with that Christmas spirit. Well I don't know about you all out there, but I certainly can feel it already. I went shopping for some outdoor Christmas decorations in the beginning of November and it couldn't have been too early for me. Christmas movies are already recording on our DVR and cinnamon candles have been lit also. Perhaps we'll be able to get a train for around the tree. I've always wanted one, but never actually gotten one. Also, having a collection of all those Christmas houses you can buy at the stores and build your own little town is something I hope to have in the future. I'd even build something just for Christmas to put it on. I also hope that we somehow can manage to go up north to Frankenmuth, the Christmas town of Michigan. I know it's about 2 hours away, but since it's the last Christmas we're going to spend in Michigan, I hope it'll happen. I sure would love to visit Bronner's - The World's Largest Christmas Store (www.bronners.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge tree in front of our house is almost naked and our front and backyard has been covered with leaves. Oh how I love this time of year - The days our longer, the temperatures are colder and we're even expecting the first snow of the season this week. As soon as Thanksgiving's passed, we'll be decorating the inside and outside of the house and of course we're going to buy a Christmas tree. I know it's not hard to see how excited I am about the upcoming season, but that's just me - always has been, always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite a bit sad that we won't be having a Thanksgiving dinner over at my mom in law's house. She's been hospitalized again, about the 5th time in four months, and she's currently in a nursing home. Going to the hospital so many times for the exact same thing and they don't take care of it just doesn't make sense to me. I guess I'd have to be a doctor to understand, but it bothers me. It's not only stressful for her, but for us too. I hope she's feeling better soon and that she can finally put all that stuff behind her. Anyway, even though Thanksgiving is quite a busy holiday over at the Lester home, I enjoy it. So this year we'll be having our own little Thanksgiving dinner, which I'm looking forward to as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things in my life to be thankful for and lots of people don't even know that. Just the other week I finally sent my dad a package with a letter. I took the time to tell him how much I love him and how much I appreciate everything he does. I can always count on him and know that he'd help me if I needed his help. I wanted to tell him all that, because you never know how much time you have left with a person you love. It could all change in a second and I wanted him to know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I wake up, seeing my wife and realizing how thankful I am to have found her, to have the chance to love her and spend my life with her. I couldn't have wished for a better woman by my side and even though I make sure to tell her that I love her all the time, I don't think she actually knows how thankful I really am. But how could I ever let her know anyway? In all that time I've been with her, I haven't gotten close to explaining what I feel for her. Believe me, I've searched for ways that would truly let her know, but there's no way my feelings for her could be explained. At least not as of 2010. Maybe one day in the future, when technology's even better than now, I'll be able to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thankful a lot for my sister in law. She's done so much for me since I know her and she's been a wonderful friend to me. Being there for one another is just as important to her as it is to me. I wish for her that she'd be taking things slow and calm down. Running around all the time just isn't healthy and if she continues doing that, it'll break her. But what am I saying anyway, we'll be moving back to Arizona next year, and everything will change then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for everyone who's in my life and everyone who's been in my life. Many people have touched my life, but once a friendship is over there usually isn't a way back, because people have been hurt. I've had a lot of different friends in my life but no matter how much they meant to me, they vanished anyway. I've always said that I choose quality over quantity, but I've come to realize that I can't depend on that either. The people I really need and know will never leave me are by my side, and that's all I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/thank_you_black_and_red_heart_card-p137873134386775517qdoq_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/thank_you_black_and_red_heart_card-p137873134386775517qdoq_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-2964643280648174380?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/2964643280648174380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/11/ready-or-not-christmas-season-is-almost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2964643280648174380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2964643280648174380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/11/ready-or-not-christmas-season-is-almost.html' title='Ready Or Not - The Christmas Season Is Almost Upon Us'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3437013850274534113</id><published>2010-11-09T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:40:13.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>How much I love you, you'll never know</title><content type='html'>The snow falls gently on a winter's night&lt;br /&gt;But inside by the fire I hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;As the burning flames start to dance&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of you turn to romance&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the evening fire's glow&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's cold outside, it's warm in here&lt;br /&gt;And the one I love I'm holding near&lt;br /&gt;Snow may fall but I don't mind the weather&lt;br /&gt;As long as you and I can be together&lt;br /&gt;The night is young and we've nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care about the winter storm&lt;br /&gt;Nestled with you, it's cozy and warm&lt;br /&gt;The storm may rage and the snow come down&lt;br /&gt;But as long as I've you to wrap my arms around&lt;br /&gt;The snow can fall and the four winds blow&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we'll retire to our room&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to relieve our winter gloom&lt;br /&gt;Replacing the cold with our own little fire&lt;br /&gt;Of being with you I can never tire&lt;br /&gt;But as much as I set your passions aglow&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you, you'll never know﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3437013850274534113?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5406636406620062552</id><published>2010-10-20T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:25:13.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I'm Proud It's You</title><content type='html'>Looking back on the time we shared&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else in my life has compared&lt;br /&gt;Joined together hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Part of some much larger plan&lt;br /&gt;You have brought to my world such sheer delight&lt;br /&gt;Making my time on earth so sunny and bright&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the time we spend&lt;br /&gt;Time together I know will never end&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;Like a drowning man who’s been thrown a rope&lt;br /&gt;You’ve provided me such unending hope&lt;br /&gt;Casting my loneliness to the side&lt;br /&gt;Never once breaking your stride&lt;br /&gt;Like a gift from Heaven above&lt;br /&gt;I’m so thankful for your love&lt;br /&gt;A true love that will never fade&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful for the love we made&lt;br /&gt;All the times we held each other tight&lt;br /&gt;Making love with all our might&lt;br /&gt;A special dance between the covers&lt;br /&gt;That could only be done by true lovers&lt;br /&gt;Thankful I have you to hug and hold&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the passion you let unfold&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this time with you will never end&lt;br /&gt;For it is time spent with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;So thankful for the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;Symbolized by a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;I know the best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Though we are two, we think as one&lt;br /&gt;For no matter what the future may bring&lt;br /&gt;I am proud it is you who wears my ring&lt;div 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You'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5342737560937556868</id><published>2010-08-02T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:40:54.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letters'/><title type='text'>4th Anniversary Letter</title><content type='html'>My Dearest Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a moment to think of you, which follows all the moments I think of you, which fill my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this moment, I am thinking of your lips, your eyes, your features and your figure; your warmth as I hold you; the smell of your hair as we kiss -- all the things that excite me when I look at you and am near you. I am thinking of them, and reflecting how little they mean when I also think of you -- the inner you. The soul I have come to know and cherish, for your kindness with people, your gently manners, and the way you strive to be a better person every day. This is what I love. The you that I know lasts forever, and that I intend to be with forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I would like to say to you, to tell you what you mean to me... but the words don't ever come. You have the most amazing way of showing me how much you care; you share things with me that I couldn't share with anyone else. And through everything we have gone through, all I have to do is lean on you and know my heart and soul are safe. There have been a few speed bumps in our road, but we always stay hand in hand, heart to heart and soul to soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew love until you; I can't imagine life without you. You are my everything and I am so blessed with your love and devotion. I love you, Baby, more than I can ever tell you. There are no words for the love I have. It is yours, always and forever, for eternity and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard you say the words, "I love you", it was like a load had been taken off my shoulders. I heard them but was scared but knew that I wanted to hear them again and again for the rest of my life from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have opened up new and exciting doors for us that I can't wait to explore with you. When I feel your touch, my heart melts and my soul is set on fire with desire to hold you and kiss you. You have become my very best friend and my lover. This is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart and soul, now and forever. Thank you for being you and wanting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5342737560937556868?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5342737560937556868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/08/4th-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5342737560937556868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5342737560937556868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/08/4th-anniversary.html' title='4th Anniversary Letter'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-9217267707881720364</id><published>2010-05-26T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:33:09.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Things Are Looking Good</title><content type='html'>They patio is finally finished and the garden is blooming. Having a backyard sure is an absolutely great thing. We've been working hard and getting all that done and I'm looking forward until it's all finished and we can sit out there and enjoy every thing. Just today I put the BBQ grill on the patio, the table and the chairs and it looks great. I wish we'd have some actual patio furniture, but what we have will do for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperatures are great too, especially considering that it's not even summer yet. It's gonna be a hell of a summer, and we sure need to have an umbrella ready or we'll be grilled by the sun. Especially looking forward to the evenings we're gonna spend out there around the bonfire. We're just have to have some  bug spray, because those mosquitoes are eating me alive. It is finally something we're doing for just us and it feels great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is now officially 9 days smoke free, and I love it. She's in a better mood lately, but I still have to be strong. I know she can do it and I'm very proud of her, I just can't mention it or I get yelled at... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are looking much better than in the beginning of the year, and even though I'd never thought I'd say that back in the beginning of 2010, but it is going to be a great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-9217267707881720364?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/9217267707881720364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-are-looking-good.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/9217267707881720364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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looks&lt;br /&gt;I have heard it spoken times before&lt;br /&gt;Have read of it in books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the years go by with you&lt;br /&gt;I realize more and more&lt;br /&gt;You just get that much better&lt;br /&gt;So much better than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what may have caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;Was surely your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;But over the years I have come to know&lt;br /&gt;Your true beauty and inner grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your true beauty is not seen&lt;br /&gt;Not what you choose to show&lt;br /&gt;It is your beauty that lies inside&lt;br /&gt;The beauty I’ve come to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the years pass on by&lt;br /&gt;You age just like fine wine&lt;br /&gt;And every year that passes by&lt;br /&gt;Makes me glad you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from your beauty ever fading&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I must say&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on getting better&lt;br /&gt;And more beautiful every day&lt;div 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Day'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-9004019934722264626</id><published>2010-04-27T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:04:14.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Of This You Can Be Sure</title><content type='html'>The summer sun rises over the hills&lt;br /&gt;With a beauty and certain grace&lt;br /&gt;But it cannot compete with the beauty of you&lt;br /&gt;Or the beauty of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falling snow in wintertime&lt;br /&gt;Makes everything look so new&lt;br /&gt;But it cannot compare with the beauty&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds in springtime sing their song&lt;br /&gt;So sweetly and so pure&lt;br /&gt;But they cannot compare with your sweet words&lt;br /&gt;Of this you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colorful leaves on autumn trees&lt;br /&gt;All covered with morning dew&lt;br /&gt;May be glorious in their beauty&lt;br /&gt;But are nothing compared to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the wonders on this fine earth&lt;br /&gt;And the glory of up above&lt;br /&gt;Are nothing compared to your sweet charms&lt;br /&gt;Or the beauty of your love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-9004019934722264626?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/9004019934722264626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6261275411855549799</id><published>2010-04-10T23:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:07:30.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I'm Proud It's You</title><content type='html'>Looking back on the time we shared&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else in my life has compared&lt;br /&gt;Joined together hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Part of some much larger plan&lt;br /&gt;You have brought to my world such sheer delight&lt;br /&gt;Making my time on earth so sunny and bright&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the time we spend&lt;br /&gt;Time together I know will never end&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;Like a drowning man who’s been thrown a rope&lt;br /&gt;You’ve provided me such unending hope&lt;br /&gt;Casting my loneliness to the side&lt;br /&gt;Never once breaking your stride&lt;br /&gt;Like a gift from Heaven above&lt;br /&gt;I’m so thankful for your love&lt;br /&gt;A true love that will never fade&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful for the love we made&lt;br /&gt;All the times we held each other tight&lt;br /&gt;Making love with all our might&lt;br /&gt;A special dance between the covers&lt;br /&gt;That could only be done by true lovers&lt;br /&gt;Thankful I have you to hug and hold&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the passion you let unfold&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this time with you will never end&lt;br /&gt;For it is time spent with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;So thankful for the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;Symbolized by a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;I know the best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Though we are two, we think as one&lt;br /&gt;For no matter what the future may bring&lt;br /&gt;I am proud it is you who wears my ring&lt;div 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You'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-7013306881817685382</id><published>2010-02-25T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:00:14.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>For That Special Someone</title><content type='html'>She is who pumps deep through my veins&lt;br /&gt;My mouth utters passionately for her name&lt;br /&gt;Referred to as my wife, but she is much more&lt;br /&gt;She is what I breath and what I live for&lt;br /&gt;She touches me in ways I cannot feel&lt;br /&gt;Encloses me whole, with her lips as a seal&lt;br /&gt;Our love is wrapped by an imaginary band&lt;br /&gt;Bonded together through each of our hands&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent me an angel who recites her hymn&lt;br /&gt;Love overcame lust and I overcame sin&lt;br /&gt;Taking me to new levels; I'm swept off my feet&lt;br /&gt;Her love… the one and only thing my heart beats&lt;br /&gt;True love never ends, nor does it die&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the new Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde&lt;br /&gt;There is no question, I drop the 'why'&lt;br /&gt;She is the one, my wife till I die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-7013306881817685382?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/7013306881817685382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-7225787743834878039</id><published>2010-02-23T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:00:14.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I Love You, Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>I was trying to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;But all that's left is to say  goodbye&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broke, my soul is hollow&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left  for me to follow&lt;br /&gt;Day by day you fight through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Because of  something stuck in your brain&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen? What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven  is just not where you belong&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do without you&lt;br /&gt;Or  how I'm going to make it through&lt;br /&gt;You will be gone and I will be here&lt;br /&gt;Just  thinking about it fills me with fear&lt;br /&gt;You are so young, you deserve  to live&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing more that you can give&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows  how long it's gonna take&lt;br /&gt;For you are weak and might soon break&lt;br /&gt;I think about this every brand new day&lt;br /&gt;And I wish there was a way for  you to stay&lt;br /&gt;But with a heavy heart and a tear in my eye&lt;br /&gt;I'm  letting you go, I love you, goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-7225787743834878039?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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happy tears&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I go to&lt;br /&gt;Through all the coming years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  it rains it rains&lt;br /&gt;When it snows it snows&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this specially  for you&lt;br /&gt;and you're the only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;When  I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;As if my heart were for sale&lt;br /&gt;To you it was sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether  playing our favorite game&lt;br /&gt;Or to music we sing and listen&lt;br /&gt;When it  comes to you&lt;br /&gt;There's just no competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best cut  diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Or the reddest rose&lt;br /&gt;Could ever amount to&lt;br /&gt;When you hold  me close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when everything is said and done&lt;br /&gt;The night is  over and we've had our fun&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the women I choose just one&lt;br /&gt;The  best one of all and that's you Hun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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You'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6745353282703461619</id><published>2010-02-15T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Forever Love</title><content type='html'>Your friendship and love,&lt;br /&gt;And all the wonderful things&lt;br /&gt;That they  bring into my life,&lt;br /&gt;Are like nothing else&lt;br /&gt;I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  heart is complete&lt;br /&gt;With the love we share,&lt;br /&gt;And our love grows more&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful  each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And as long as we are together,&lt;br /&gt;I  have everything I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are with me always...&lt;br /&gt;In a smile, a  memory, a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Or a moment we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be&lt;br /&gt;My  Forever Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-6745353282703461619?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/6745353282703461619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/02/forever-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6745353282703461619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6745353282703461619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/02/forever-love.html' title='Forever Love'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3691036306344903774</id><published>2010-02-15T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Feel, Listen &amp; Believe</title><content type='html'>Lie in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Feel how I hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;In my arms you can be  forever&lt;br /&gt;In my arms you can feel secure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;In  my eyes you can read forever&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That you'll always  be the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel my touches&lt;br /&gt;Feel how your hairs on  your neck stand up&lt;br /&gt;I will touch you forever&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the best  that ever happens to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;How I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Let  me make you happy with saying:&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3691036306344903774?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3691036306344903774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/02/feel-listen-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3691036306344903774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3691036306344903774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/02/feel-listen-believe.html' title='Feel, Listen &amp; Believe'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-7505977286572148400</id><published>2010-02-09T16:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:07:19.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>A Proud Moment</title><content type='html'>Four days ago, my wife handed me her pack of cigarettes and told me to put it in the refrigerator. I looked at her, not understanding anything, so she told me that cigarettes stay fresher in the refrigerator and that she's less likely to grab for a cigarette when they're not next to her.  I know that it takes a lot to quit smoking, that it's hard but definitely possible if you really want it. She told me before that she's not ready to quit, and I answered her that there's no point in trying then, because you can only do it when your mind is set to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the moment she handed me those cigarettes that she was serious. Serious with quitting smoking, or at least cutting it down for right now. There's been times she smoked a lot, hell that includes me too, times when we smoked about one and a half packs a day each and sometimes even more. 30+ cigarettes a day was the usual and the day she started to cut down she only had 11 cigarettes. 11!! Ain't that great? When I look at her I can see that it's not easy for her, but after 6 months of quitting I am ready to support her. I feel strong enough to help her reach her goal. She's doing a great job and I can't even express how proud I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's doing it all on her own, and she's even cut down on the coffee. Instead of 12+ cups a day she's having 2 cups. Cigarettes and coffee definitely is her biggest addiction - besides me that is =] ! No seriously, that was what her breakfasts used to involve - cigarettes and coffee. Cutting down on two addictions is a really big step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby, if you read this, I just want to let you know how very proud I am of you! You're holding up so great and I am here whenever you need some help. Let me be your rock you can lean on whenever you need a break or whenever you doubt yourself. Let me be your punching bag whenever you feel down. I am here for you and I know you can succeed. I know what you're fighting for and I could not be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you and always will - Forever &amp;amp; Ever, Babe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-7505977286572148400?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/7505977286572148400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/02/proud-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/7505977286572148400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/7505977286572148400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/02/proud-moment.html' title='A Proud Moment'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-1397488433449900141</id><published>2010-02-06T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Light of Friendship</title><content type='html'>I've seen the light&lt;br /&gt;            And it's in you&lt;br /&gt;            In everything you are&lt;br /&gt;            And in everything you do&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            It's a perfect light&lt;br /&gt;            That shines for all to see&lt;br /&gt;            It radiates from you&lt;br /&gt;            And has pierced the heart of me&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            The light is from a friend&lt;br /&gt;            It's a light that keeps me warm&lt;br /&gt;            It lets me know how loved I am&lt;br /&gt;            And keeps me safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            To you my friend I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;            In each and every way&lt;br /&gt;            For you lift my spirits up&lt;br /&gt;            With every passing day&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            To know that you are there for me&lt;br /&gt;            It makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;            Because it is your friendship's light&lt;br /&gt;            Upon which my love thrives&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            "Thank you" isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;            But they're the only words I know&lt;br /&gt;            It is your light of friendship&lt;br /&gt;            That gives my world it's glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-1397488433449900141?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/1397488433449900141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/02/light-of-friendship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1397488433449900141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1397488433449900141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/02/light-of-friendship.html' title='Light of Friendship'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-7315168286836283805</id><published>2010-01-31T18:13:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:07:19.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>2010 - The Year of Changes</title><content type='html'>Like every new year, you decide on a resolution and within a month, or perhaps even a couple of weeks, the resolution is broken. We all know it, we've all done it - once, twice or even more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done it too, many many times before. Most of the time I've set my resolutions on losing weight and quitting smoking, but so far I've never succeeded. I went on a diet for maybe 4 weeks and then I got tired of it and just went back to the regular way. Thinking about it now I sure could kick myself in the ass, if only I could reach. But anyhow, last August I decided on quitting smoking. Yes, I've done it many times before, the longest was 1 year without a cigarette, but I kept returning to those smoking lung sticks. So on 08/15/09 I decided to quit for good. Not only for me, but for Kelly as well. I want that my little sperms swim in super speed and make sure they get a place in the egg. I want to be able to run around with our kids without breathing like crazy and I don't want the kids to grow up surrounded by cigarettes. My parents both smoked when I was young and studies show that children are more likely to smoke if their parents do. Now I don't want to blame my parents for me smoking, but I'm just saying. Those are the reasons why I quit and I know I'll never smoke a cigarette again. I want to be ready to support my wife when she decides on quitting and I hope she is proud of me and sees that it is possible, you just have to want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what happened in the middle of last year. But last year is past. What matters is what's happening now, here and now in the present. And on January 3rd, a healthier lifestyle has begun. We've decided on eating healthy, exercising and keeping an eye on our weight and so far it's going great. I've lost a total of 9.4 pounds and it feels great. Who would have thought that switching to whole wheat bread, whole wheat pasta, red potatoes, light stuff and organic fruits and vegetables would  still be enjoyable. Well let me tell you: It is delicious, not to mention good for you. I try to exercise at least 1 hour per day with 2 break days a week. It's not always easy but Kelly sure pushes me through. I think she really enjoys working me that hard and hearing me screaming, but after the hour is over it feels great. 'Failure is NOT an option' is our motto and if I can barely push the dumbbells up some more, I just repeat that saying in my head. My goal for this year is to lose at least 100 pounds. Big goal huh? Yeah I know, but I can do it. Why you ask? Because I WANT it. I know I said it before, but it's different now. It's totally different. I had to switch the switch in my head first to be able to let my body go through all that hard work and I finally succeeded to switch it in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that whatever you want to do, no matter how hard it might be, is possible as long as your head is set to it... because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/S2YkHUmMSPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s6O7RuDQtUw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/S2YkHUmMSPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s6O7RuDQtUw/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069708675664114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-7315168286836283805?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/7315168286836283805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-year-of-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/7315168286836283805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/7315168286836283805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-year-of-changes.html' title='2010 - The Year of Changes'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/S2YkHUmMSPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s6O7RuDQtUw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-8460860041913507947</id><published>2010-01-30T19:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friendship is a bond between 2 or more people whom you are close with. A friendship is easy to lose but hard to gain. This is because arguments and fights occur easily between pals. However, friendships are difficult to fix back, or form, due to misunderstandings and the difference of likes and dislikes. Some people treasure friendships a lot, while others take these bonds for granted.  A friendship should be valued wisely as such matters do help in the future. When you have a problem occurring, you can always find your friends, or vice versa. These precious bonds are like treasures, difficult to find, but easy to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although numerous people define friendship in different ways, i define it as loyalty, trust and acceptance between people. In order to form a friendship with someone, a person must be loyal to them and the favor will be returned. This means that no matter what, a friend is always there for them, even in the darkest of times. A friend is willing to give them advice when they're faced with a predicament, and they should be always willing to do the same. When they have a bad day, a good friend is there to cheer them up and make them smile again. Secondly, a good friend must be trustworthy. When someone tells another person a secret, they are trying to prove how trustworthy their friends are. But when someone breaks this trust, the friendship is typically broken or badly damaged. Thirdly, in order to be friends, a person must be able to accept others for who they are. They need to be accepting of who the person is on the inside instead of just the outside. A good friend is also never afraid to do something brainless with their friends when they're just looking for a good time. In conclusion, numerous people define friendship in different ways, however I define it as loyalty, trust and acceptance of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real friends are people you can tell everything to. Whether it's something good or bad, friends are there to comfort you and  support you in your decisions. It's not always easy to please a friend, but all you need to do is to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many friends, but that is absolutely fine with me. Quantity over quality is my motto for friends and that explains the choice of people I let close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8460860041913507947?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8460860041913507947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendship.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8460860041913507947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8460860041913507947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5358250347385640814</id><published>2010-01-22T16:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes we see things that aren’t meant to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things aren’t always as they seem&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need someone to call our own&lt;br /&gt;Especially when we’re alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people just can’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Why things get out of hand&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life just isn’t fair&lt;br /&gt;Especially when people just don’t care&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it's hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Why things have to be this way&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s all you can do to get by&lt;br /&gt;Especially when dreams continue to die&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s nice to sit in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Even to just relieve the pain&lt;br /&gt;And when we’ve had a really bad day,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just need to get away&lt;br /&gt;We never know what’s wrong with out pain&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Even the strongest ones may need comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5358250347385640814?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5358250347385640814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5358250347385640814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5358250347385640814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5980189100077870480</id><published>2010-01-22T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Saying I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saying I do&lt;br /&gt;Is more than saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;It goes beyond describing how my love is true&lt;br /&gt;Because words are not enough to express my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I do&lt;br /&gt;Is like saying I am here for you&lt;br /&gt;That I am ready to see what the future may bring&lt;br /&gt;Because we are together in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I do&lt;br /&gt;Is saying I am now complete because of you&lt;br /&gt;That the pieces of the puzzle called "my life"&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a beautiful picture called "our love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am saying "I DO"&lt;br /&gt;As I walk down the aisle with you&lt;br /&gt;This is a lifetime promise that I will hold&lt;br /&gt;A promise I make until we grow old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5980189100077870480?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5980189100077870480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/saying-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5980189100077870480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5980189100077870480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/saying-i-do.html' title='Saying I do'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3588109839053766612</id><published>2010-01-22T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Let me be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me be the smile that crosses your lips in a silent empty room&lt;br /&gt;Let me lay in close beside you under a silver wishing moon&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay in your mind and dance with you where no one else can see&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your wish for tomorrow, that you and I are we&lt;br /&gt;Let me sooth away your anger, let me kiss away your tears&lt;br /&gt;Let me chase away your demons, let me love away your fears&lt;br /&gt;I have seen your true sorrows, I have felt your true fears&lt;br /&gt;I have seen your anger and still kissed away your tears&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is eternal and each day I love you more&lt;br /&gt;I am yours and wish for you, all you wish for me, and more&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes find life in me, therefore I live&lt;br /&gt;Your heart deems me worthy, therefore I give&lt;br /&gt;You feel my sincerity, therefore I am what I seem&lt;br /&gt;Your mind dreams, dreams for me, therefore I dream&lt;br /&gt;Your silent will beckons me, therefore I am calm&lt;br /&gt;Your heart truly loves me, therefore I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3588109839053766612?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3588109839053766612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3588109839053766612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3588109839053766612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me-be.html' title='Let me be'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-1741395912500728698</id><published>2010-01-22T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Because of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You took away my tears&lt;br /&gt;You took away my pain&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stayed with me&lt;br /&gt;Through everything, Kelly Lynn&lt;br /&gt;For that I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;And all my love within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy when I can't see you&lt;br /&gt;How much I yearn for your touch&lt;br /&gt;The moment that you leave me&lt;br /&gt;I just miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve all of this&lt;br /&gt;I thought it all the way through&lt;br /&gt;But now my life is so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-1741395912500728698?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/1741395912500728698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1741395912500728698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1741395912500728698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-of-you.html' title='Because of you'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-8502955244943091158</id><published>2010-01-22T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Night of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you're lying your arms around me with tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Naked skin turning around and moving&lt;br /&gt;We fall onto silk pillows&lt;br /&gt;I don't want miss one second of your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel our bodies, deep sensually&lt;br /&gt;Will awake a need which slept in myself&lt;br /&gt;Want to smell your love with every saps&lt;br /&gt;Overcast hot skin wild with kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows move back and forth in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Full of expectation we want more&lt;br /&gt;Our heart lose in the lurch of desire&lt;br /&gt;Bright of thousand of flickering candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you with lock, stock, and barrel, want all of you&lt;br /&gt;I cover up myself with tenderness that I don't freeze&lt;br /&gt;Pull you to me, enfold you with the rapture of the night&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want with me which you conceived in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot ablaze flames rise in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies entangled and dancing in the round dance&lt;br /&gt;Which overturning our voices in pure passion&lt;br /&gt;And abode the most beautiful hours silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deep in you, your sweet body quakes in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;We seek for the most beautiful passion&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight, your hands buried in my hair&lt;br /&gt;Let us experience on the bottomless variety of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We succumb without orientation in our passion&lt;br /&gt;Stroking each other, caressing, fly to the heaven&lt;br /&gt;A shower let us shaken in cozy warmth&lt;br /&gt;Dropping, resulting in the feeling you hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets fall back into the soft silk pillows&lt;br /&gt;A kiss from you and I don't want to know what you're thinking about&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, that I don't want to miss you&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming in the sleep we await the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8502955244943091158?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8502955244943091158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8502955244943091158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8502955244943091158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-of-love.html' title='Night of Love'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3926024070083913614</id><published>2009-10-15T16:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>You (A poem about you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A hand to hold through old age&lt;br /&gt;A person to laugh with even though&lt;br /&gt;The joke wasn't that funny&lt;br /&gt;A smile shared during everyday life&lt;br /&gt;Because you are there with me&lt;br /&gt;A beauty that catches my eye&lt;br /&gt;Every time you walk in the room&lt;br /&gt;A warm feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Because you show me that you care&lt;br /&gt;A tingling in my bones&lt;br /&gt;Because you touched me&lt;br /&gt;A trance like state&lt;br /&gt;You put me in with a waft of you&lt;br /&gt;A calm moment from the storm inside&lt;br /&gt;Because your voice graced my ears with "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;A naked feeling down to my soul&lt;br /&gt;Because you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;A reason to get up every morning&lt;br /&gt;And to dream every night&lt;br /&gt;These are but some of the things that are you&lt;br /&gt;And for that I am happy you are in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3926024070083913614?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3926024070083913614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-poem-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3926024070083913614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3926024070083913614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-poem-about-you.html' title='You (A poem about you)'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-8478285579809714248</id><published>2009-08-02T13:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:41:13.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letters'/><title type='text'>3rd Anniversary Letter</title><content type='html'>Have you ever caught yourself wanting to be someone else? Maybe someone who has enough money so you wouldn't have to worry about paying your bills? Or maybe even someone who you thought looked better than you do? Well, I myself have had those wishes. I wanted to be someone else just to escape from what I had, or what I didn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often asked myself, what if I was a different person would my life be any better? Or what if I would have more money or a better job, would I be happier? In that moment I thought the answer was 'yes'. If I had more money and could pay bills on time I wouldn't have to worry about late fees, or even that they shut it down. I wouldn't have to turn around every penny while going grocery shopping. But then after that moment I came back to reality. I came back to what I actually had and just took it the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this changed when I met you, my princess. I still caught myself thinking things like; What if I was a different person and would have met you in America? What if I'd have enough money to buy you everything you wanted? What if...? All this stopped after a while, though, cause I came back to the same answer every time; If I was a different person I wouldn't have you. I wouldn't have what we share, and I probably would have never met you. Now and then I still wish that I'd have a lot of money, so I could buy you everything you want. Not being able to buy you something, whether it's a new car or just some milk still makes me very said. After a while, though, I never found myself wishing I was somebody else anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You changed my whole life, baby. I knew the moment you entered the chat room on foolmoon that you were someone special. You cast a spell over me,starting with your nickname, and when you started talking I thought that you were the cutest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have it all! You are very sexy, not just in a physical way but also mental. I love the fact that you are intelligent, which is another reason I got drawn to you. You are beautiful, inside and outside and you fight for what you stand for. You have your own opinions and you tell them, no matter what. You have your dreams, and you don't even know how proud I am of you. I adore you with every single beat of my heart and I'm going to support you in everything you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for three years now and we both know it wasn't always easy. We've had up and downs in our relationship but our love was strong enough to put us through all that. I've never felt so confident in my life as I feel about our love and I can't wait for all the other things life has waiting for us. I am so sure about our love, you and our marriage that I know we will make it through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, with every fabric of my being and with more love than I've ever had for somebody do I promise you to always be here for you, to support you in everything that may come and to listen to what you have to say. Whether you just want to have a hug or you need my shoulder to cry on, I will be here. If you need a hand to lead your way, I will be here to do so. If you feel insecure, I'm the one to give you safety and if you just want to talk, I'm here to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Kelly Lynn. I love you the way nobody could ever love you. I love you forever and ever, no matter what and I will work my whole life long on making you as happy as you make me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8478285579809714248?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8478285579809714248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2009/08/3rd-anniversary-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8478285579809714248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8478285579809714248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2009/08/3rd-anniversary-letter.html' title='3rd Anniversary Letter'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5461533248033097012</id><published>2009-03-03T15:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:16:57.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A Piece Of Art</title><content type='html'>Word after word&lt;br /&gt;Good grammar preferred&lt;br /&gt;While writing each line&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts combine&lt;br /&gt;Each letter transferred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes on&lt;br /&gt;The picture gets drawn&lt;br /&gt;Characters created&lt;br /&gt;All the points stated&lt;br /&gt;The mistakes foregone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movements so smart&lt;br /&gt;Words from your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is flowing&lt;br /&gt;And your face glowing&lt;br /&gt;Writing; A piece of art&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5461533248033097012?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5461533248033097012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2009/03/piece-of-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5461533248033097012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5461533248033097012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2009/03/piece-of-art.html' title='A Piece Of Art'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-2943211301958121633</id><published>2008-11-04T18:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:32:37.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Colder, Darker&amp;Longer Days Of The Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SRDmkH2anYI/AAAAAAAAADE/S67TaZgzK_A/s1600-h/331311860_71a93aa50b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SRDmkH2anYI/AAAAAAAAADE/S67TaZgzK_A/s200/331311860_71a93aa50b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264961472653073794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 51 more days until Christmas, and it seems that I'm very excited about the upcoming season this year. I always got excited when Christmas - or better say - December was around the corner, but this year I just can't wait. It might have to do with the new house. We now live in a very friendly neighborhood which was decorated around Halloween as well. I'm pretty sure it'll look even more nice around Christmas. I really want to decorate our house too. I mean I know we're gonna do that in the inside, but hopefully outside as well. I'm not really excited about getting gifts. Having a big Christmas tree, decorated nicely and a lot of gifts under it, not for me but from me, would make a great Holiday. And of course the matchable music to it just makes it perfect. Entering the house, smelling homemade cookies or just cinnamon candles is a part of the Christmas Season too. I would also like to go to a Christmas market. Smelling whatever is in the air, cookies, snow or just Christmas itself. Something you just have to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wallpapers-box.uv.ro/nature-wallpapers/places/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://wallpapers-box.uv.ro/nature-wallpapers/places/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait for the snow to come, also when we are in the 70's again today, I hope it'll come soon. Waking up in the morning, looking out the window, seeing how snowflakes dance their way down to the ground. Building up with every second, melting together to a beautiful white landscape. And of course I hope we'll get a lot of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that excitement usually started around the beginning of December, but this year it started before Halloween. Can't wait for Black Friday either. Standing in the cold for hours, just to get stuff in the store on sale. Actually crazy, but a great experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the winter come and let all the excitement begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-2943211301958121633?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/2943211301958121633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/11/colder-darker-part-of-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2943211301958121633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2943211301958121633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/11/colder-darker-part-of-year.html' title='The Colder, Darker&amp;Longer Days Of The Year!'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SRDmkH2anYI/AAAAAAAAADE/S67TaZgzK_A/s72-c/331311860_71a93aa50b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-8834515145715959232</id><published>2008-10-30T22:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:13:29.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SQp3NNMXuHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-bxVe145Srg/s1600-h/peek-a-boo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SQp3NNMXuHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-bxVe145Srg/s200/peek-a-boo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263150183299397746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and a half years ago, everything was different to now. We lived in different countries, trying to live through our days without breaking apart. A voice on the phone and a face on a cold computer screen was the only thing we had from each other, besides the everlasting love that connected us. Waking up in the morning, looking to the right and there she was. I've never seen anyone being so beautiful in her sleep. She was laying there, the blanket up to her chin, being in a dream world while her eyelids were moving. I remember watching her for hours until she woke up. Since we had the time difference of 9 hours, I often stayed up until the morning, so I could spend as much time with her as possible. Days past without turning off our laptops . Days when we saw each other through cam 24/7. We were more than thankful for those days, because being a part from each other just made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SQp29PLSezI/AAAAAAAAACs/1blcr3zTYRU/s1600-h/peek-a-boo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SQp29PLSezI/AAAAAAAAACs/1blcr3zTYRU/s200/peek-a-boo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263149908953824050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday March 29th, 2007 was like most of our days. I woke up and waited in front of the computer for her to wake up. Sometimes the hours were longer, sometimes shorter, but when she finally woke up, I took the cutest pictures I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are a bit blurry, and you might not exactly see what I see, but to me, these two pictures mean the world to me; the way she looks at me like nobody before always puts a smile on my face and every time I see the pictures, it brings back memories. Memories of sadness, Memories of happiness and Memories of being in love with somebody like never before. But mostly it shows me how much she loves me and that we have memories like nobody ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SQp3FIAY-hI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ukl62H9Uw7U/s1600-h/l_c658384f958d2ce1ae8d9e042f027446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SQp3FIAY-hI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ukl62H9Uw7U/s200/l_c658384f958d2ce1ae8d9e042f027446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263150044468017682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Kelly Lynn, I love you like I've never loved anyone before. I love you so much that even God can't take you away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8834515145715959232?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8834515145715959232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8834515145715959232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8834515145715959232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SQp3NNMXuHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-bxVe145Srg/s72-c/peek-a-boo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3345686957312321068</id><published>2008-10-25T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:06:17.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>I'll be there for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see you all alone&lt;br /&gt;Where will we go it is unknown&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy but it's true&lt;br /&gt;I know that you love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our hearts beat along as one&lt;br /&gt;We share our souls, you know it Hun&lt;br /&gt;I know I want to share my life with you only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you (Thank you), for loving me so much&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the dreams we share together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I'll be there for you, forever there for you&lt;br /&gt;There's no other girl I wanna be with&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that I'll be there for you, always there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here waiting whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 3)&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you keeps driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I can go on just singin' this song&lt;br /&gt;I still do believe that you're my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you (Thank you), for loving me so much&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the dreams we share together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I'll be there for you, forever there for you&lt;br /&gt;There's no other girl I wanna be with&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that I'll be there for you, always there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here waiting whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;What is love if not with you girl (What is love if not with you girl)&lt;br /&gt;All that i do,is just for you (Just for you)&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's true (Baby it's true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you, forever there for you&lt;br /&gt;There's no other girl I wanna be with&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that I'll be there for you, always there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here waiting whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3345686957312321068?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3345686957312321068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-there-for-you-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3345686957312321068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3345686957312321068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-there-for-you-song.html' title='I&apos;ll be there for you'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-2881035857781054385</id><published>2008-10-22T03:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Under The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and my wife wrote this poem together. I started off with the first stanza, my wife wrote the next and so on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I feel the sea breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Going through my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;While I'm down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;With you my feelings I share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I sit and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Into your beautiful eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Nothing but love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;To me it wasn't a surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I never would have thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;To love someone so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;But what heaven has me brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Is an angel with sensational touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;An angel I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I do understand your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Whenever we meet at this beautiful spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Your love always leaves me reeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;The connection between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Is beyond everything we're wishing for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Each others hearts we possess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Never again alone anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I like the sound of forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;But is this a dream or real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Will we always be together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Or will it fade how we feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;What we feel in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Can not be denied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Here and now is where it starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;And soon we'll be groom and bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;That is a sweet thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;And if what you say is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;You will be my husband, I your wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;And in God's eyes we'll say I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-2881035857781054385?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/2881035857781054385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-sun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2881035857781054385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2881035857781054385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-sun.html' title='Under The Sun'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3370630637684105980</id><published>2008-10-22T02:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:36:02.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>It is only one day in October, but like Christmas, it affects the whole month. I do actually get excited about Halloween, excited about carving pumpkins, excited about all the scary and spooky movies running on television and just excited in all, because the first decoration in the year begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been carving some pumpkins again, really big ones. Oh my was I excited when I went to the car and saw all those big pumpkins in the trunk. Oh my...oh my...oh my. This year we wanted to have some scary and spooky ones, so we surfed the net and found some cool patterns on www.jack-o-lantern.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After printing the templates the fun began and the end product looked like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SP7XoA8-dVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PdG5h0Bx4BU/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SP7XoA8-dVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PdG5h0Bx4BU/s320/Image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259878497265808722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SP7SAevHmWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lFo30K7EJQs/s1600-h/10122008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/SP7XoA8-dVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PdG5h0Bx4BU/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-450110422930130420</id><published>2008-10-22T02:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>If Only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If only you would know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; How beautiful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; How much my love has grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Since we're no longer far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; If only you could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; How much you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; That only you got the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; And in my heart you'll always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; If only you could feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; How much I love you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; You'd know it's not unreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; For me you are a pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; If only you could share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; The picture I have of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Your beauty's like a glare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Just everything you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; If only you would know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; How beautiful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; How all your attributes glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; And you'll always be my star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-450110422930130420?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/450110422930130420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>This Is Real - This Is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I look in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; And I see what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; It could not be clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Like the water in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Brown eyes and a dimple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; on my left cheek when I laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; And everything so simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; While following my path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Small lips and a lil' mole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; In the middle of my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; And a love in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; That day by day grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; That and so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Is just a piece of what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; When I look in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog-entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; This is real - This is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-2839499673366301827?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-7075017895880520602</id><published>2008-09-11T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>From Above</title><content type='html'>We met in the most unconventional way&lt;br /&gt;An everlasting love right from the start&lt;br /&gt;She brights up every brand new day&lt;br /&gt;And knows me heart by heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for so many things&lt;br /&gt;That happened in my life&lt;br /&gt;Most grateful for a person with wings&lt;br /&gt;My angel, my princess, my wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-7075017895880520602?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-7139141872722691131</id><published>2008-06-15T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:06:49.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Walking With You</title><content type='html'>What a day, wanna know&lt;br /&gt;What a night, to show&lt;br /&gt;She was innocent , that special touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day, wanna know&lt;br /&gt;What a night&lt;br /&gt;What a day (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;She is all I ever need in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day and night can seem so long&lt;br /&gt;When you're loving every minute of&lt;br /&gt;What a day, what a night, (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;Think about her 9 to 5 call her up about a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with you and talking with you&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years , across a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;And laughing with you , and crying with you&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand tears , to have a thousand smiles&lt;br /&gt;Walking with you and talking with you&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years , across a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;And laughing with you , and crying with you&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand tears , to have a thousand smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know , that it's right&lt;br /&gt;And you know, for sure&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who's gonna love you back&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, to rely, on me - depend on me -&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more than what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run and turn to you&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me I'll only speak the truth&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another night (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and me we are the same&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna work there's no one else to blame&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with you and talking with you&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years , across a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;And laughing with you , and crying with you&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand tears , to have a thousand smiles&lt;br /&gt;Walking with you and talking with you&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years , across a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;and laughing with you , and crying with you&lt;br /&gt;with a thousand tears , to have a thousand smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the troubles I've past&lt;br /&gt;I've done it for you&lt;br /&gt;For this day when we join&lt;br /&gt;And all of the people I've known&lt;br /&gt;They know about you&lt;br /&gt;Like you said&lt;br /&gt;Your my half&lt;br /&gt;And all of the time , that we've spent&lt;br /&gt;Lonely at night&lt;br /&gt;And all of the promises then&lt;br /&gt;The time wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with you and talking with you&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years , across a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;And laughing with you , and crying with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with you and talking with you&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years , across a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;And laughing with you , and crying with you&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand tears , to have a thousand smiles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell this old story&lt;br /&gt;I'll be walking with you and crying with you&lt;br /&gt;And laughing with you&lt;br /&gt;And dying with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-7139141872722691131?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/7139141872722691131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='Songs'/><title type='text'>My Life has Changed</title><content type='html'>My life has changed&lt;br /&gt;On a day in August&lt;br /&gt;I've learned so many things about myself&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I think&lt;br /&gt;It could never be better&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one (you're the only one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come long ways&lt;br /&gt;To be where I am&lt;br /&gt;Did all the best&lt;br /&gt;All the best I can&lt;br /&gt;Through you I become&lt;br /&gt;A better man&lt;br /&gt;Believer in love and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have alot together&lt;br /&gt;We have so much for each other&lt;br /&gt;You are in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and through the nights&lt;br /&gt;Fear of losing you as deep down in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we live for the same goal&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you became another part of me&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna thank you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed&lt;br /&gt;On a day in August&lt;br /&gt;I've learned so many things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I think&lt;br /&gt;It could never be better&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one (you're the only one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I feel with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-877157818229271192?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/877157818229271192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-life-has-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/877157818229271192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/877157818229271192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-life-has-changed.html' title='My Life has Changed'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-7842346910141601757</id><published>2007-08-17T15:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Inside of me</title><content type='html'>If you could see inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;See inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;You would know how I long for you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we're apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see inside my head&lt;br /&gt;If thoughts were things to see&lt;br /&gt;You would know how I cherish you&lt;br /&gt;How much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the ways you comfort me&lt;br /&gt;The way you hold me near&lt;br /&gt;The way you know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;To chase away my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle in your beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, laugh, your touch&lt;br /&gt;Are just a few of many reasons&lt;br /&gt;I love you oh so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I can talk to you&lt;br /&gt;About any and everything&lt;br /&gt;And knowing together we will get&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever life may bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could search the whole world over&lt;br /&gt;And this I know is true&lt;br /&gt;I would never find another love&lt;br /&gt;Like the love I found with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though with each new day, each sunrise&lt;br /&gt;We can't know what's in store&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;Each day I love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you could see inside my head&lt;br /&gt;If thoughts were things to see&lt;br /&gt;Wou would know how blessed I feel&lt;br /&gt;To have you here with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-7842346910141601757?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/7842346910141601757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/08/inside-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Letters'/><title type='text'>1st Anniversary Letter</title><content type='html'>One year full of love, smiles, tears and patience past and I want to say thank you. Thank you for all the beautiful smiles you brought to my face and the amazing thoughts you gave me all day and all night long. The connection we got from the very first moment is something I never expected. To be that close to each other also when thousand of miles were between us. The strong feelings deep into our souls and the tenderness brought us closer together than we ever thought. The way you love me is just indescribable with words and so do I love you. In our lives will I give you what you want, what you need and what you deserve. I wanna make you as happy as you make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be next to you, to feel, touch and smell you, is the best thing in the entire universe and I never want to miss just one second of it. You, my princess, are all I was looking for and all I ever wanted. You managed it that I became a better man, a man who loves you more than anything in the world. You showed me what's wrong and what's right and made me what I am today. Through days and nights were you on my mind, gave me energy and protected me from nightmares in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as the flowers on the top of a mountain and as beautiful as the sun when it brights the earth, are you when you build your lips to a smile. When your hair blows in the wind like a bird who spread his wings and I can hear your beautiful voice sweeter than the sweetest symphony, do I know that dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being such a unique and amazing woman, thank you for loving me that much and thank you for being in my life and make it so valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart and soul do I promise you to love you forever and ever, infinity and beyond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-2352242804523511128?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/2352242804523511128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2352242804523511128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2352242804523511128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-anniversary.html' title='1st Anniversary Letter'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-1861740610652086974</id><published>2007-07-02T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Baby I'm here</title><content type='html'>I'm staring at this screen&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to say&lt;br /&gt;But knowing that I need&lt;br /&gt;to say something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hurting&lt;br /&gt;and I want to be there&lt;br /&gt;to ease your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may never know&lt;br /&gt;How much I truly love you&lt;br /&gt;and how I've only wanted&lt;br /&gt;you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be completely honest however&lt;br /&gt;that I light up inside&lt;br /&gt;at the mere thought&lt;br /&gt;that just maybe&lt;br /&gt;you'd see me&lt;br /&gt;for what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that would be&lt;br /&gt;so deeply in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know the skeptical you&lt;br /&gt;is doubting this to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not sure myself&lt;br /&gt;How or why&lt;br /&gt;I only know that I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt anything as strong&lt;br /&gt;as my feelings are&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;if you should need me&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a phone call away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would never betray&lt;br /&gt;your trust&lt;br /&gt;For you mean everything&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-1861740610652086974?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/1861740610652086974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/07/baby-im-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1861740610652086974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1861740610652086974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/07/baby-im-here.html' title='Baby I&apos;m here'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-377925000082444888</id><published>2007-06-25T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The Song in our Hearts</title><content type='html'>When you listen in the night&lt;br /&gt;and you see the moon shine bright&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the melody of arts&lt;br /&gt;that's the song in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our souls are connected&lt;br /&gt;our love finally perfected&lt;br /&gt;With every single touch we feel&lt;br /&gt;it becomes more and more real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candles soft glare&lt;br /&gt;highlights the passion we share&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear our hearts beating&lt;br /&gt;when our eyes are meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minutes become hours&lt;br /&gt;while we're surrounded by flowers&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me in this room&lt;br /&gt;let this night resume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets spoil each other&lt;br /&gt;with kisses we smother&lt;br /&gt;skin on skin we lay&lt;br /&gt;forever here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun begins to rise&lt;br /&gt;and we look into each others eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's the only thing we can hear&lt;br /&gt;that let roll down a tear&lt;br /&gt;when we hear how it starts&lt;br /&gt;The song in our hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-377925000082444888?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/377925000082444888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/06/song-in-our-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/377925000082444888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/377925000082444888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/06/song-in-our-hearts.html' title='The Song in our Hearts'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-8439885840036656618</id><published>2007-05-14T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>What I try to say,&lt;br /&gt;is I miss and love you more each day!&lt;br /&gt;It hurts not to see you,&lt;br /&gt;or not to know if you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to understand&lt;br /&gt;that I loved you from the start.&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many miles&lt;br /&gt;we are apart,&lt;br /&gt;you're always in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8439885840036656618?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8439885840036656618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8439885840036656618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8439885840036656618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6012600259990292276</id><published>2007-03-12T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Simply Perfect</title><content type='html'>Beautiful…..&lt;br /&gt;This essence is,&lt;br /&gt;Genuinely perceived.&lt;br /&gt;It is in your smile, eyes and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural…..&lt;br /&gt;How we feel,&lt;br /&gt;When we are together.&lt;br /&gt;Something is missing when we are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe…..&lt;br /&gt;We will always be,&lt;br /&gt;Intimate and unbounded.&lt;br /&gt;Our love will prevail and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust…..&lt;br /&gt;Never questioned as,&lt;br /&gt;We are absolutely connected.&lt;br /&gt;Ours hearts are forever shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible…..&lt;br /&gt;Our touch brings,&lt;br /&gt;Passionate sensations.&lt;br /&gt;Our energy is combined as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love…..&lt;br /&gt;That is us,&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest strength.&lt;br /&gt;Our eternal destiny together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-6012600259990292276?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/6012600259990292276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/03/simply-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6012600259990292276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6012600259990292276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/03/simply-perfect.html' title='Simply Perfect'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3825304644695951568</id><published>2007-02-07T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The love we share</title><content type='html'>The wondrous moment of our meeting&lt;br /&gt;I well remember you appear&lt;br /&gt;My heart a moment later heating&lt;br /&gt;Full of love and without fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ecstasy, my heart is beating&lt;br /&gt;My entire body, passion and love&lt;br /&gt;Your closeness was coming speeding&lt;br /&gt;Like a love arrow from up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;Like in an ocean thousand miles deep&lt;br /&gt;Dull of love just from yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Is like a sweet symphony&lt;br /&gt;To feel sad there is no choice&lt;br /&gt;Because you own the deepest empathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through you I become a better man&lt;br /&gt;A believer in love and trust&lt;br /&gt;All the things I can&lt;br /&gt;I learned from you just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your beautiful present&lt;br /&gt;You make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;From the heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;You're like the best ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen us growing in love&lt;br /&gt;And it will never end&lt;br /&gt;In heaven like a white dove&lt;br /&gt;For nobody to bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our love we share&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable, passionate and everlasting&lt;br /&gt;For each other we always care&lt;br /&gt;A connection which is long-lasting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3825304644695951568?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3825304644695951568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-we-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3825304644695951568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3825304644695951568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-we-share.html' title='The love we share'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6706009943871220869</id><published>2007-01-22T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Female messenger of love</title><content type='html'>The female messenger of love&lt;br /&gt;Born in heaven&lt;br /&gt;At home in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Hand of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and innocent&lt;br /&gt;How you can see her&lt;br /&gt;Flying through the nightly sky&lt;br /&gt;Full of brightly shining stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found the way to me&lt;br /&gt;And whispered in my ear:&lt;br /&gt;I give you the whole world&lt;br /&gt;The one just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often thought about these words&lt;br /&gt;But couldn't find the fitting piece&lt;br /&gt;Until to a certain day&lt;br /&gt;The day I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I had known you for years&lt;br /&gt;Like my soul mate from a life before&lt;br /&gt;You amazed me from the first moment on&lt;br /&gt;And you're still doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;It's a melody of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what the female messenger of love meant&lt;br /&gt;I got the whole world&lt;br /&gt;The one just for me&lt;br /&gt;And that is you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-6706009943871220869?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/6706009943871220869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/01/female-messenger-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6706009943871220869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6706009943871220869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/01/female-messenger-of-love.html' title='Female messenger of love'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-4686936489805980933</id><published>2007-01-19T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love you? I think and smile&lt;br /&gt;Because I know the list could run on for miles&lt;br /&gt;The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch&lt;br /&gt;So many little things that make me love you so much&lt;br /&gt;The way you support me, and help with my emotions&lt;br /&gt;The way that you care and show such devotion&lt;br /&gt;The way that your kiss, fills me with desire&lt;br /&gt;And how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire&lt;br /&gt;The way your eyes shine when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Lost with you forever is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;The way that I feel when you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;A sense of completion and overflowing pride&lt;br /&gt;The dreams that I dream, that all involve you&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities I see and the things we can do&lt;br /&gt;How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;How that deep in my soul, you are the most important part&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for days, telling of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;But all you really must know is my love for you is real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-4686936489805980933?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/4686936489805980933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/01/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4686936489805980933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4686936489805980933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/01/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5824820640965065794</id><published>2007-01-19T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The Meaning</title><content type='html'>To love is to share life together&lt;br /&gt;Yo build special plans just for two&lt;br /&gt;Yo work side by side&lt;br /&gt;And then smile with pride&lt;br /&gt;As one by one, dreams all come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to help and encourage&lt;br /&gt;With smiles and sincere words of praise&lt;br /&gt;To take time to share&lt;br /&gt;To listen and care&lt;br /&gt;In tender, affectionate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to have someone special&lt;br /&gt;One who you can always depend&lt;br /&gt;To be there through the years&lt;br /&gt;Sharing laughter and tears&lt;br /&gt;As a partner, a lover, a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to make special memories&lt;br /&gt;Of moments you love to recall&lt;br /&gt;Of all the good things&lt;br /&gt;That sharing life brings&lt;br /&gt;Love is the greatest of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the full meaning&lt;br /&gt;Of sharing and caring&lt;br /&gt;And having my dreams all come true;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the full meaning&lt;br /&gt;Of being in love&lt;br /&gt;By being and loving with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5824820640965065794?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5824820640965065794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/01/meaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5824820640965065794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5824820640965065794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/01/meaning.html' title='The Meaning'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-4113065134027197663</id><published>2007-01-19T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Se7en Words</title><content type='html'>When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is a step away&lt;br /&gt;My love continues to grow&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This treasure of love&lt;br /&gt;I cherish within my soul&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;You'll never really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring a joy to my heart&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt before&lt;br /&gt;With each touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we part&lt;br /&gt;Know I hold you dearly&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these seven words&lt;br /&gt;I pray you hold true&lt;br /&gt;"Forever And Always&lt;br /&gt;I Will Love You"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-4113065134027197663?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/4113065134027197663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/01/se7en-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4113065134027197663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/4113065134027197663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2007/01/se7en-words.html' title='Se7en Words'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-159641655040795687</id><published>2006-12-26T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Perfection in my eyes</title><content type='html'>All I ever wanted was to be part of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And for us to be together, to never be apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else in the world can even compare,&lt;br /&gt;You're perfect and so is this love that we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much more than I ever thought we would,&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than I ever thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to give you all I have to give,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything for you as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I see our present, our future and past,&lt;br /&gt;By the way you look at me I know we will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that one day you'll come to realize,&lt;br /&gt;How perfect you are when seen through my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-159641655040795687?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/159641655040795687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/perfection-in-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/159641655040795687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/159641655040795687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/perfection-in-my-eyes.html' title='Perfection in my eyes'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5901998772404168023</id><published>2006-12-26T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A wish</title><content type='html'>I lie on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And stare into space&lt;br /&gt;The stars start to move&lt;br /&gt;Into the shape of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you there now&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at me&lt;br /&gt;With that cute little smile&lt;br /&gt;That I like to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say "close your eyes"&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me what you see"&lt;br /&gt;I see only two people&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're walking the shoreline&lt;br /&gt;With our feet getting wet&lt;br /&gt;The horizon turns pink&lt;br /&gt;As the sun starts to set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make love through the night&lt;br /&gt;On that white sandy shore&lt;br /&gt;Then I hold you while thinking&lt;br /&gt;I could want nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;In that one special place&lt;br /&gt;As I lie on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I stare into space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5901998772404168023?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5901998772404168023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5901998772404168023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5901998772404168023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/wish.html' title='A wish'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-8973314556208179867</id><published>2006-12-26T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>Your lips, your eyes, your soul&lt;br /&gt;Are like a work of art&lt;br /&gt;The most creative thing of all&lt;br /&gt;Is your beautiful heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a painting&lt;br /&gt;No colors could express&lt;br /&gt;The beauty deep inside you&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow, nothing less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a sculpture&lt;br /&gt;The clay could hardly make&lt;br /&gt;Your figure of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Without one mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a euphony&lt;br /&gt;No choir could really sing&lt;br /&gt;All the beautiful music&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes could possibly bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, an artist&lt;br /&gt;With inspiration beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;But to capture such rare beauty&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to be a thief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8973314556208179867?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8973314556208179867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8973314556208179867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8973314556208179867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-1303099184464503712</id><published>2006-12-23T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A good feeling</title><content type='html'>Each time I feel your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;I know there's nothing I can't face&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in your arms and holding tight&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you things feel so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;The only person meant for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll shout it out and beat the drums&lt;br /&gt;So all will know you're my sunbeam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you're unlike any other&lt;br /&gt;So here's a kiss and then another&lt;br /&gt;Next I'll give you a hug or two&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know that I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-1303099184464503712?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/1303099184464503712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1303099184464503712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/1303099184464503712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-feeling.html' title='A good feeling'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-8914379410545518020</id><published>2006-12-23T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Hold my hand</title><content type='html'>The moon has not&lt;br /&gt;Even begun to go&lt;br /&gt;And the sun had yet to start&lt;br /&gt;It's brilliant shining flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here thinking&lt;br /&gt;About you all the time&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That sticks inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;You're there by my side&lt;br /&gt;You promise to be there&lt;br /&gt;You keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;You can never understand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;Just promise to hold my hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8914379410545518020?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8914379410545518020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/hold-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8914379410545518020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8914379410545518020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold my hand'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-8893791923303969780</id><published>2006-12-17T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>My vow to you</title><content type='html'>When you are sad, I will dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you are scared, I will comfort your fears&lt;br /&gt;When you need love, my heart I will share&lt;br /&gt;When you are sick, for you I will care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will feel my love when we are apart&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that nothing will change my heart&lt;br /&gt;When you are worried, I will give you hope&lt;br /&gt;When you are confused, I will help you cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are lost, and can’t see the light&lt;br /&gt;My love will be a beacon, shining ever so bright&lt;br /&gt;This is my vow, one that I pledge till the end&lt;br /&gt;For you above all are my wife and best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words I have written, speak of my love for you&lt;br /&gt;From my lips these words spoken, shall always ring true&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me, and with your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;Both of our hearts, will forever intertwine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into all lives, falls pain and sorrows&lt;br /&gt;I promise together, we will meet all tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;Happy in marriage, honor and love&lt;br /&gt;blessed in unity by God above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8893791923303969780?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8893791923303969780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-vow-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8893791923303969780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8893791923303969780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-vow-to-you.html' title='My vow to you'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3992206266875443360</id><published>2006-12-17T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Day dream</title><content type='html'>Whenever I day dream&lt;br /&gt;And day dream I do&lt;br /&gt;In my secret garden&lt;br /&gt;I day dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I day dream of you&lt;br /&gt;In a faraway land&lt;br /&gt;Embracing me tight&lt;br /&gt;And holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;And touching my face&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;In this peaceful place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this peaceful place&lt;br /&gt;A pristine river flows&lt;br /&gt;Where the unicorns run&lt;br /&gt;A breeze always blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breeze always blows&lt;br /&gt;And sings of a song&lt;br /&gt;Our love in a place&lt;br /&gt;Where you're never go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you're never go&lt;br /&gt;Is as it would seem&lt;br /&gt;From dusk until dawn&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I day dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I day dream,&lt;br /&gt;And day dream I do,&lt;br /&gt;In my secret garden,&lt;br /&gt;I day dream of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3992206266875443360?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3992206266875443360/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3659770132624775097</id><published>2006-12-17T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>If I knew</title><content type='html'>If I knew how to write a song&lt;br /&gt;I’d write one everyday&lt;br /&gt;It would say that I’m in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And why I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have to say you’re pretty&lt;br /&gt;And as rare as a desert rose&lt;br /&gt;It would say you’re a looker&lt;br /&gt;From your head down to your toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are funny, dainty, fragile&lt;br /&gt;And as feminine as can be&lt;br /&gt;You’re smart charming lovely&lt;br /&gt;And everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my comfort when I’m lonely&lt;br /&gt;You’re my peace when I need rest&lt;br /&gt;Of all the women I’ve known&lt;br /&gt;I must rate you the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the orchard in the jungle,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the better half of me&lt;br /&gt;You’re all of this and so much more,&lt;br /&gt;You mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still so much is left unsaid,&lt;br /&gt;It would take me far to long&lt;br /&gt;I know how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;If only I could write a song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3659770132624775097?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3659770132624775097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-i-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3659770132624775097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3659770132624775097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-i-knew.html' title='If I knew'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5811834830594461415</id><published>2006-12-17T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>If there is</title><content type='html'>If there's one face I want to see&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful, so true&lt;br /&gt;One smile that makes a difference&lt;br /&gt;To everything I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one touch I long to feel&lt;br /&gt;One voice I long to hear&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am happy&lt;br /&gt;Or just needing someone near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one joy, one love&lt;br /&gt;From which I never want to part&lt;br /&gt;It's you, my very special love&lt;br /&gt;My world, my life, my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5811834830594461415?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5811834830594461415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-there-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5811834830594461415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/5811834830594461415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-there-is.html' title='If there is'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5962064645887753253</id><published>2006-10-15T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>You Are</title><content type='html'>You’re the thought that starts each morning,&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion to each day.&lt;br /&gt;You are in all that I do,&lt;br /&gt;And everything I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;The twinkle in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;The warmth inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;The fullness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the hand that’s laced in mine,&lt;br /&gt;And the coat upon my back.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, my love,&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my silly, mature, caring,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful, bright, and honest girl.&lt;br /&gt;The one who holds me tightly,&lt;br /&gt;When I need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the dimple in my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;The ever-constant tingle in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;The voice that makes me weak,&lt;br /&gt;The happiness of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all I’ve wanted,&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need.&lt;br /&gt;You are all I’ve dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;You are all of this to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5962064645887753253?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-8763284857844431903</id><published>2006-10-06T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>You &amp; I</title><content type='html'>You and I are connected&lt;br /&gt;in a way that goes beyond romance,&lt;br /&gt;beyond friendship,&lt;br /&gt;beyond what we've ever had before.&lt;br /&gt;It has defied time, distance,&lt;br /&gt;and changes in ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;It has defied every explanation.&lt;br /&gt;Except one:&lt;br /&gt;Pure and simply, we're soul mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain, I just feel it.&lt;br /&gt;It's there in the way my spirits lift&lt;br /&gt;whenever we talk.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice brings me home,&lt;br /&gt;in a way I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the delight I feel, when we laugh&lt;br /&gt;at exactly the same things.&lt;br /&gt;When I'll with you,&lt;br /&gt;it'll like a tiny piece of the universe&lt;br /&gt;shifts into place.&lt;br /&gt;A place it's supposed to be,&lt;br /&gt;and all is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things and so many more,&lt;br /&gt;have made me understand&lt;br /&gt;that this is a once in a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;forever connection.&lt;br /&gt;A connection that could only exist&lt;br /&gt;between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;And deep in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I know that our relationship&lt;br /&gt;is a rare gift.&lt;br /&gt;One that brings us&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary happiness&lt;br /&gt;all through our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8763284857844431903?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-2344214647647358158</id><published>2006-10-03T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I don't ever let you go</title><content type='html'>I know that you've been hurt&lt;br /&gt;Verbally battered and abused&lt;br /&gt;So I be careful with your heart&lt;br /&gt;It can't take another bruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your trust has been shattered&lt;br /&gt;Your hope only fell&lt;br /&gt;You was torn between living life&lt;br /&gt;Cause your life was already hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught you how to love again&lt;br /&gt;And not to fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give you feelings to your heart&lt;br /&gt;That you haven't felt in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't explain the feeling&lt;br /&gt;When I wrap you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Its like nothing could ever hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll protect you from any harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I never want to go&lt;br /&gt;I hold you tight, it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-2344214647647358158?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/2344214647647358158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-ever-let-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Lost in Love</title><content type='html'>As I look in your eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;They have this warm invite&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the rhythm or your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Haven't ever felt this complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held up in your arms of love&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thanking God above&lt;br /&gt;Terrified you might up and leave&lt;br /&gt;You're meant for me, this I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you don't see my fear&lt;br /&gt;As you slowly whisper I love you in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Held back from you for so long&lt;br /&gt;I realize in your arms is where  I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help this feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;From you I don't want to be apart&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;To this heart baby you have the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm hopelessly lost in love with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3166781704270249484?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3166781704270249484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3166781704270249484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3166781704270249484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-in-love.html' title='Lost in Love'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3924119423668541018</id><published>2006-10-01T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The way I wanna make you feel</title><content type='html'>I wanna make you feel special&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you feel new&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you feel loved&lt;br /&gt;With everything I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you close when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wipe the tears from your face&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we are together&lt;br /&gt;I wanna that it seems like the perfect place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes light up when you enter a room&lt;br /&gt;I smile when we are together&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad things are&lt;br /&gt;You always make them better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;The way you hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I could be with you all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;For absolutely no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;I love how no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there to catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That even though we sometimes fight&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, day or night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3924119423668541018?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3486389196116491005</id><published>2006-09-30T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The Look of Love</title><content type='html'>The look of love can be found&lt;br /&gt;in your brown deep eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at them&lt;br /&gt;it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;and I ask myself:&lt;br /&gt;"How long have I waited&lt;br /&gt;to finally hold you&lt;br /&gt;and love you&lt;br /&gt;and look into these profound pools&lt;br /&gt;of brown water?"&lt;br /&gt;the long wait will be over soon&lt;br /&gt;We have waited so long&lt;br /&gt;so long for each other&lt;br /&gt;and finally doom has brought us together&lt;br /&gt;Is it magic or is it just a coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got the look of love&lt;br /&gt;onto your face&lt;br /&gt;and I forget time and space&lt;br /&gt;It is time to feel your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I have waited enough&lt;br /&gt;long enough to finally be rewarded&lt;br /&gt;Every day again, you make me melt&lt;br /&gt;like chocolat left in sunlight&lt;br /&gt;like ice cubes left outside the freezer&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes seem to undress me&lt;br /&gt;with their look of love&lt;br /&gt;and you can't disguise this&lt;br /&gt;I see passion and desire light up&lt;br /&gt;your eyes like candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look of love can't be disguised&lt;br /&gt;It is there and you can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are stronger than our will&lt;br /&gt;and than our consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Love and feeling most of the time are unconscious&lt;br /&gt;But we have noticed our unconscious emotions&lt;br /&gt;and brought them into our very minds&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait anymore&lt;br /&gt;or I'll go crazy&lt;br /&gt;I am longing for you&lt;br /&gt;and a hug from you&lt;br /&gt;A few more days to go&lt;br /&gt;and we will be rewarded for our patience&lt;br /&gt;Rewarded with a time full of love and happiness&lt;br /&gt;You got the look of love and I got it too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3486389196116491005?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3486389196116491005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3486389196116491005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3486389196116491005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-of-love.html' title='The Look of Love'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-2076398019056740078</id><published>2006-09-30T15:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Look straight at me</title><content type='html'>Look straight at me!&lt;br /&gt;Say, you love me!&lt;br /&gt;Say, you need me!&lt;br /&gt;Say, you miss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only together we can be happy&lt;br /&gt;Two halves, once divided, now reunited&lt;br /&gt;Let me take your hand&lt;br /&gt;And never let go&lt;br /&gt;We’ll go through hard times, together&lt;br /&gt;Softly, weightless, light-hearted&lt;br /&gt;We walk on hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly&lt;br /&gt;That my heart will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you may walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and look straight at me!&lt;br /&gt;Say, you love me!&lt;br /&gt;Say, you need me!&lt;br /&gt;Say, you miss me!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;We’ll walk together&lt;br /&gt;Through good and bad times&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the sun&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for love, harmony and security&lt;br /&gt;That is my desire&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a never-ending fire&lt;br /&gt;Come what may!&lt;br /&gt;We shall never ever divide again&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and never let go&lt;br /&gt;Let’s carry on together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and look straight at me!&lt;br /&gt;Say, you love me!&lt;br /&gt;Say, you need me!&lt;br /&gt;Say, you miss me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-2076398019056740078?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/2076398019056740078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-straight-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2076398019056740078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/2076398019056740078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-straight-at-me.html' title='Look straight at me'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3055520810384803152</id><published>2006-09-22T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Y o u</title><content type='html'>You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...are the warm summer rain which soaked my skin&lt;br /&gt;...are the intoxicatingly gust which let me fly&lt;br /&gt;...are like flower magic and your smell seduces myself&lt;br /&gt;...are the mirage which touches my almost die with thirst heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...are the softly absorbent cotton cloud which cradles me with softness&lt;br /&gt;...are the heavy monolith which always is in the soul&lt;br /&gt;...are the bird in the night which escorts me with the vibrancy&lt;br /&gt;...are a wizard which prepares me a fantastic world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...are a bright light, the star which is born for me&lt;br /&gt;...are sometimes the innocence and still the deceit from the devil&lt;br /&gt;...are my ocean, in his amplitudes I can feel free myself&lt;br /&gt;...are a sunbeam always than when the haze begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...are a whirlwind cause you're turning around yourself in my head&lt;br /&gt;...are the drew drop which dodges around tenderly my lips&lt;br /&gt;...are the little girl which looks round the corner with humor&lt;br /&gt;...are my leading hand also in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...are my love without it I never exist&lt;br /&gt;...are just unique and my heart doesn't stand silently again&lt;br /&gt;...are my life the elixir which created my dreams&lt;br /&gt;...are my baby and also my hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...are my beginning and never my end&lt;br /&gt;...are all to me on that world, all what bind me&lt;br /&gt;...are all what I need, all what my life makes worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;...are trapped cause a part of you lives in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I love you!***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3055520810384803152?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/3055520810384803152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/09/y-o-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3055520810384803152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/3055520810384803152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/09/y-o-u.html' title='Y o u'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6987190649150768159</id><published>2006-09-20T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>My promise to you</title><content type='html'>I can't promise you that I will always smile.&lt;br /&gt;There will be times of sadness&lt;br /&gt;When I will miss you more than other times&lt;br /&gt;And when I will need your reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise you to always be the same.&lt;br /&gt;But with you I know that I can always be myself&lt;br /&gt;And share my feelings and thoughts with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my honesty.&lt;br /&gt;It was honesty between us from the very beginning,&lt;br /&gt;Honesty that brought us closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my patience.&lt;br /&gt;With the obstacles we face at the moment&lt;br /&gt;It will not always be easy.&lt;br /&gt;But worth it – if we don’t give up on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my understanding.&lt;br /&gt;In the ups and downs that life may hold for us&lt;br /&gt;We will need to help each others&lt;br /&gt;When we feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;To share my happiness and sadness with you&lt;br /&gt;And to always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When you want to laugh or need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I promise you my love.&lt;br /&gt;Here and now, unconditionally, tender and passionate,&lt;br /&gt;With no boundaries or limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-6987190649150768159?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6867680235547958078</id><published>2006-09-09T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Always with you</title><content type='html'>Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When I have to go&lt;br /&gt;I don't do that really&lt;br /&gt;You just can't see me than&lt;br /&gt;Not longer touch me&lt;br /&gt;But I will always be with you doesn't matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;Will be the wind which goes softly through your hair&lt;br /&gt;The rain which touch your skin&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow on the skyline which present you the most beautiful colors&lt;br /&gt;The sun which warm you up&lt;br /&gt;The smell from the summer which you inhale&lt;br /&gt;The earth on which you're walking&lt;br /&gt;The night in which I let the stars beam for you&lt;br /&gt;The day which gives you thousand surprises&lt;br /&gt;The hope which hold you when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;The feeling which is into you&lt;br /&gt;When you're lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can speak with me cause I will ever hear you&lt;br /&gt;Or just cry&lt;br /&gt;Than I take you into my arms&lt;br /&gt;And you will feel you free&lt;br /&gt;I will guards over your sleep&lt;br /&gt;And present you wonderful dreams&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be scared&lt;br /&gt;If you think about&lt;br /&gt;You're never be alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will ever be there&lt;br /&gt;If you think at me&lt;br /&gt;Like I am at you&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-6867680235547958078?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5012461031675531453</id><published>2006-08-06T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I've found my endless love</title><content type='html'>I've been searching a long time&lt;br /&gt;for someone exactly like you&lt;br /&gt;I've been traveling all around the world&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you to come through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, makes it all worth while&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, keeps me satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Someone exactly like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been traveling' a hard road&lt;br /&gt;Looking' for someone exactly like you&lt;br /&gt;I've been carrying' my heavy load&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the light to come shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing' some soul searching&lt;br /&gt;To find out where you're at&lt;br /&gt;I've been up and down the highway&lt;br /&gt;In all kinds of foreign lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been all around the world&lt;br /&gt;Marching to the beat of a different drum&lt;br /&gt;But just lately I have realized&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5012461031675531453?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5012461031675531453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-found-my-endless-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A star in my heart</title><content type='html'>I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;I wish just one touch&lt;br /&gt;Now in this moment from you&lt;br /&gt;That it is why I´m talking to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty dream&lt;br /&gt;Of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Standing together now and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stand in the sky near stars and moon&lt;br /&gt;To stand in heaven near light to be warm&lt;br /&gt;My head on your shoulder - a look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say&lt;br /&gt;I´m not fantasy´s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my heart you are shine&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my mind you are ever mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody - just like I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel a heart in your´s?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I´m just loving you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need no one else to be happy in life and death&lt;br /&gt;I need no one else to stay in heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;You on my side, it´s all that I need&lt;br /&gt;You in my life&lt;br /&gt;Yy sunbeam&lt;br /&gt;Yy liberty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8402342355419374021?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8402342355419374021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-you-so-much-i-wish-just-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8402342355419374021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8402342355419374021'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like being quiet&lt;br /&gt;When you need to speak your mind I will listen&lt;br /&gt;Through the winning, losing, and trying we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;And I will be here&lt;br /&gt;If in the morning when you wake&lt;br /&gt;If the future is unclear&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;As sure as seasons were made for change&lt;br /&gt;Our lifetimes were made for years&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here,&lt;br /&gt;And you can cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;When the mirror tells us we're older&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you, to watch you grow in beauty&lt;br /&gt;And tell you all the things you are to me&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together and I will be here&lt;br /&gt;I will be true to the promises I've made&lt;br /&gt;To you and to the one who gave you to me&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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here'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-518728058218837854</id><published>2006-07-09T14:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:12:35.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A long way to go</title><content type='html'>I'm walking on a street, a quiet street&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the desert&lt;br /&gt;It's a very hot day&lt;br /&gt;And the air is dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking with only my backpack&lt;br /&gt;Inside of it a bottle of water and a picture of you&lt;br /&gt;The water so I won't die with thirst&lt;br /&gt;And the picture to regain energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you leads me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I will arrive&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how many miles I still have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know is&lt;br /&gt;When I'm there, you will be ready for me&lt;br /&gt;You will give me your whole heart&lt;br /&gt;And until then, I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not walking fast&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be with you too early&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll give you time&lt;br /&gt;Never mind how long it's gonna take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be there&lt;br /&gt;When you need me&lt;br /&gt;And I will be there&lt;br /&gt;When you want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't want&lt;br /&gt;Is to corner you&lt;br /&gt;And I know you will give me your whole heart&lt;br /&gt;When ever the time is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the time has come&lt;br /&gt;You will be mine&lt;br /&gt;Forever you&lt;br /&gt;Forever me&lt;br /&gt;Forever us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-518728058218837854?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/518728058218837854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/07/logng-way-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/518728058218837854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/518728058218837854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/07/logng-way-to-go.html' title='A long way to go'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-6707556300759699724</id><published>2006-06-30T14:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:29:05.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>Love is butterflies in the belly&lt;br /&gt;Love is the first ice-cream in the year&lt;br /&gt;Love is somebody put away my fear&lt;br /&gt;Love is light after all long darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Love is to have an angle in your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when the right person you find,&lt;br /&gt;Love is the wonderful person in your head,&lt;br /&gt;Love is the wonderful book which you have read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you can’t sleep in the night,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you see the biggest light,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you do everything for your love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when thousand miles to her you move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you think of one person,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you yearn for this person,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you can’t do something,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when one day the choir for you sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is to have a sunlight in your live,&lt;br /&gt;Love is to have a rose in your live,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you have found the true love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when your true love think you are also the true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a blossom red rose in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Love is a warm glove when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;Love is when the sun melts the ice&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the first blossom flower after the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you can’t live without the true love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you die for your true love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is the opposite of hate,&lt;br /&gt;Love is when a moment for the true love you can’t wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is to trust somebody blindly&lt;br /&gt;Love is to accept somebodys weekness&lt;br /&gt;Love is to hold somebody if he's sad&lt;br /&gt;Love is to miss somebody if he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;Love is true&lt;br /&gt;and true love is what I feel for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-6707556300759699724?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/6707556300759699724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6707556300759699724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/6707556300759699724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-3651535929132386544</id><published>2006-06-28T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Follow your heart</title><content type='html'>Just follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;for your heart will know the love that's meant for you&lt;br /&gt;The love that's going to change your world&lt;br /&gt;And last a lifetime through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect love that's yours alone&lt;br /&gt;And has been from the start&lt;br /&gt;The love that you can only find&lt;br /&gt;By following your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you follow your heart to wherever it leads&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it will be&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of someone who needs you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it leads you to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-3651535929132386544?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5506496963874683772</id><published>2006-06-27T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I wanna be</title><content type='html'>I wanna be the eyes that look deep into your soul&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the world to you&lt;br /&gt;I just want it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your deepest kiss, the answer to your every wish&lt;br /&gt;I want you to need me like that air you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I want you to see me in your every dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the face you see when you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your fantasy and be your reality and everything between&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the touch you need every single night&lt;div 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see you next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile at me and I smile back&lt;br /&gt;I touch your face&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time your soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know, you'll be my darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I write with you&lt;br /&gt;I have butterflies in my belly&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;I can feel that&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-8732414946667478169?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/8732414946667478169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-belong-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8732414946667478169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129106028386861094/posts/default/8732414946667478169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-belong-together.html' title='We belong together'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17629427813888863633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdxP-_X39oI/TD_Vr6uEXzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sc1KpIZCERo/S220/Image137-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129106028386861094.post-5898845092085789784</id><published>2006-06-16T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:26:43.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>My Future</title><content type='html'>I want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Fly right into your tender arms&lt;br /&gt;Never have you touched me&lt;br /&gt;But still I feel so close to you&lt;br /&gt;All these feelings and secrets inside&lt;br /&gt;I want to share them just with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;But yet so close&lt;br /&gt;I think that I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;Then I try to, I raise my hand&lt;br /&gt;And touch the cold screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could be with you&lt;br /&gt;Feel your arms wrapped around me&lt;br /&gt;Holding me close&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remember one thing&lt;br /&gt;Not too far away from now&lt;br /&gt;This will be reality&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you&lt;br /&gt;Look into your eyes and kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once again&lt;br /&gt;This sweet feeling of hope arises&lt;br /&gt;Warmth within me&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I feel you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129106028386861094-5898845092085789784?l=mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/feeds/5898845092085789784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymindworks-myfingerstype.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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