Although they probably know that some children were used and some children are used as miners, most adults are ignorant of the chocolate industry’s use of minors.
VALENTINE'S DAY POEM:What earth is to sky.. on the horizon..What moon is to night.. no matter start studded ocean!What Love is to life.. above all give and take..that you are to me.. a rhythm that soulful music would make!*Let's surrender to each other..for a dream to be woven together!!You're my weakness and my strength..wanna live with you till the end!! .. and beyond.. ;)!!!*Even a dent in the universe..can't express my Love for you!My life is yours forever.. O girl, O girl..O girl.. you be mine!!Not just for this time..Everyday beyond.. Valentine,O O my heart, be my.. Valentine!
ROSE DAY POEM:Rose.. if it is..for the one whom you miss..and you want to say a lot..till now that you have not!-Then just go and dare to say..for that moment is today..beyond the earth and sky above..Give it to the one whom you love!!-And sing your heart out..to the universe aloud..-O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine..You are more than this rose to me..You be my.. Valentine.Just be mine.. O O.. Valentine!!!
PROPOSE DAY POEM:Austerity..If.. I were to define..it’s you.. yoo hoo!-Happiness is what.. that makes me feel divine.. smiling you.. yoo hoo!!-What rose is in flowers..What moon is in stars..That you are to me..You and I will be we..You’re my life.. I.. I..You’re my life.. I.. I..I love you.. yoo hooI love you.. yoo hoo-O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine..I love you.. I love you.. I love you.. yoo hoo.. You be my.. Valentine.-Just be mine.. I love you..O O Valentine!!!
What was that? Valentine's Day? Her heart gave a little skip at the thought, she had never spent it in a romantic way before, usually the day meant sending and receiving cute Cupid cards and heart shaped sugar candies, but it was all in a platonic celebration of friendship. This time, it would not be like that, it would be ... special.
You will never know the purest love you can give a person, until the day you hurt because they hurt. You genuinely want them to succeed in life and be free from all the chains that keep them from being happy, whether you are in their life or not.
It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.
He had never cared if his victims lived or died once he was through with them. But not her. He couldn’t allow her to die. The moment he felt that small flutter of her heart, ready to give way to his hunger, he had stopped and gazed down at her for long moments.
She turned and bolted out the door. She had learnt an important lesson - When a man paid 'for' you...you paid 'to' him. It was her first Valentine slaughter.
Love is an afternoon of fishing when I'd sooner be at the ballet. Love is eating burnt toast and lumpy graving with a big s
I love you.”“Wow. That too on Valentine’s Day!”“That’s just a coincidence.”A perfect love story started to brew as they embarked on a journey of love and romance. The day the world celebrated love was the day they would start their love story too. What a perfect melodrama, even the best of romantic movies might not have such a climax. A perfect love story was just brewing.
Even in the midst of life’s adversity, struggle or strife; Love’s enduring presence remains steadfast.
Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not eny anyone or anything. Love never boasts and it's never proud. Love is not rude, it's not self serving, self absorbed or conceited. Love is no t easily provoked to anger. It doesn't hold grudges nor does it keep records of who was right and who was wrong. Love does not consult with evil instead it rejoices in the truth. Love always protects. Love always trust. Love always hopes. Love always perseveres. And love never fails.
Since my trips to Earth, I've only managed to assemble a few basics facts about humans, condensing them in to four, overall points: kids got Reese's, teens got recess, adults got recessions, and seniors got receding.
May your Valentine’s Day be filled with adoration, pampering, and a pair of gorgeous, tiny-heeled Jimmy Choo sandals that are completely useless in this weather. Just remember: You are totally worth it.
Instantly, the pair fell to groping one other as if each had puff the magic dragon at a rock concert in Woodstock.
My husband has never been one to catch the subtleties of a situation. He called every Valentine's Day to ask if I wanted him to stop on the way home to get a card. Every year I said no, don't bother, and he'd say something like, Okay, but I want to go on record I asked, so you can't say I'm not romantic. I never did point out that any chance the gesture had of being romantic was lost when he asked whether he had to do it.