What is true love ezactly.How identify true love.How to find Mr or Ms Right. You will need the RIGHT KEY to open the door to an understanding of TRUE LOVE and HOW it will Guide you to TRUE HAPPINESS! Once you have your KEY, you will begin to understand how it unlocks the door to Life's most important experiences. This applies to Friendships, Career, Dating and Courting, and even finding your Soul-mate for Marriage and Family.
3/24/2008
Another meaning of "Love"
Here are some stories from Robert Penn Warren. Truly, i dont know this man ezactly, but one thing i know, what he told here, just would make u imagine the pure feeling that known as Love.. Read it and find something, that love, not only talk about passion , but the other side, it also talk about caring, tender, gentle, and giving..
True Love
by Robert Penn Warren
In silence the heart raves. It utters words meaningless, that never had a meaning. I was ten, skinny, red-headed, freckled. In a big black Buick, driven by a big grown boy, with a necktie, she sat in front of the drugstore, sipping something through a straw. There is nothing like beauty. It stops your heart. It thickens your blood. It stops your breath. It makes you feel dirty. You need a hot bath.
I leaned against a telephone pole, and watched.I thought I would die if she saw me.
How could I exist in the same world with that brightness? Two years later she smiled at me. She named my name. I thought I would wake up dead.
Her grown brothers walked with the bent-knee swagger of horsemen. They were slick-faced. Told jokes in the barbershop. Did no work.
Their father was what is called a drunkard. Whatever he was he stayed on the third floor of the big white farmhouse under the maples for twenty-five years.He never came down. They brought everything up to him. I did not know what a mortgage was. His wife was a good, Christian woman, and prayed.
When the daughter got married, the old man came down wearing an old tail coat, the pleated shirt yellowing.The sons propped him. I saw the wedding. There were engraved invitations, it was so fashionable. I thought I would cry. I lay in bed that night and wondered if she would cry when something was done to her.
The mortgage was foreclosed. That last word was whispered.She never came back. The family sort of drifted off. Nobody wears shiny boots like that now.But I know she is beautiful forever, and lives in a beautiful house, far away.She called my name once. I didn't even know she knew it.
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