Dear santa...

I wrote you a letter I wonder if you ever read it I've only one wish that i'll ask you And it's the same old thing As every other year This year i can't say i've been perfect I'm pretty sure i've got A regret or two But santa please don't hold it Against me Cause this year i'm counting on you To ...

...Bring me love...

...Santa bring me love...


As a child i remember dreaming Of all the beautiful things That you can create But i can have all the toys in The world and it still Wouldn't mean a thing...


I've been patient,
I've been waiting so long,
Hoping, praying, Just tell me that you heard me Just this once..
Tell me the time has come That there is someone Waiting for me too, So santa...



...Bring me love...

...INTIMACY = "into me i see"...

...

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, And your voice caught within your chest?

• It isn't Love, it's Like.

You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?

• It isn't Love, it's Lust.

Are you proud, and eager to show them off?

• It isn't Love, it's Luck.

Do you want them because you know they're there?

• It isn't Love, it's Loneliness.

Are you there because it's what everyone wants?

• It isn't Love, it's Loyalty.

Do you stay for their confessions of Love, because you don't want to hurt them?

• It isn't Love, it's Pity.

Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?

• It isn't Love, it's being Unconfident.

Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?

• It isn't Love, it's Infatuation.

Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?

• It isn't Love, it's Friendship.

Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?

• It isn't Love, it's a Lie.

Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?

• It isn't Love, it's Charity.

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?

• Then it's Love.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?

• Then it's Love.

Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?

• Then it's Love.

Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?

• Then it's Love.

Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?

• Then it's Love.

But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?

• Then it's Love.

Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?

• Then it's Love.

Now, if Love is painful, and tortures us so,
why do we Love?
Why is it all we search for in life?
This pain, this agony?
Why is it all we long for?
This torture, this powerful death of self?
Why?
Because it's...
Love...

Love is the quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you - to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by their presence, even when they are away. Miles do not separate you. You have so many wonderful little films in your head that you keep replaying. But near or far, you know they are yours, and you can wait.

"I'm yours... your mine.."

... cupcake...

its 3 am as i stumble over to my bed, got a funny premonition that tomorrow's gonna be the same, but all i remember is how we think i heard you call my name and your open invitation to come over for a drink or two..

but when you do well the true intentions of your secret smile, i couldn't stop, i couldn't tell you no, i hate to say I'm giving in to you...
i wake up next to you oh we're through with it...i fell in love with a fool and i know I'm not the only one...you lead your trap beneath the obvious until some good person pulls through, it's true, I'm not the only one to fall in love with a fool..i fell in love with a fool....