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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>Love is all you need</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>Love is all you need</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/43/c73e7b1e99a5b3cdef8577924d4be2_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>CAPTIVE DRAGONFLY</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/11/05/captive-dragonfly-7313863/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2009-11-05:/2009/11/05/captive-dragonfly-7313863/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 18:13:47 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Dedicated to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Denisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;from Strasbourg (France)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://denizzee.blog.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Denizzee.blog.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am a bit like a captive dragonfly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;who lives only a scant hours;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in the world all the time I walk runaway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;between the soul of the sunset and the calm dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At the first rays of sun I'm born full of beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and by nightfall I’m all die humiliated;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don’t believe this world is a place of sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;although I extinguished as they all bent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I live long time sometimes and sometimes live restless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;but is in the terror of the shadows that I throw myself hidden;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;towards the lamps although I always secretly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;as the flames of fires when not matched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But are the blazing fires that attract me, &lt;br&gt;when I jumping for some strong arms; &lt;br&gt;moments of life when everything leaving out of me,&lt;br&gt;after getting lost in the shadows of the spaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a title="500_Libelula" href="http://"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/461/4079461_79e7dd8da8_s.gif" alt="500_Libelula"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sou um pouco como a libélula cativa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;que vive apenas uma escassa hora; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;todo o tempo do mundo ando fugitiva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;entre a alma do poente e a calma aurora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aos primeiros raios de sol nasço cheia de beleza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e ao cair da noite morro toda humilhada; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;não acredito que este mundo é lugar de tristeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;embora me extingue como todas elas dobrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sou longeva algumas vezes outras vezes inquieta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas é no terror das sombras que lanço-me escondida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;em direcção aos candeeiros embora&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sempre secreta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;como às labaredas das fogueiras quando não correspondida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mas são as labaredas ardentes que atraem-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;como quando salto para uns fortes braços;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;fortes da vida em que tudo de mim saem-me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;perdendo-me depois nas sombras dos espaços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lisbon, Nov5, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s03.flagcounter.com/more/hEA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s03.flagcounter.com/count/hEA/bg=FFFFFF/txt=6F875C/border=CCCCCC/columns=2/maxflags=12/viewers=0/labels=1/pageviews=1/" alt="free counters" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/11/05/captive-dragonfly-7313863/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>women</category><category>life</category><category>health</category><category>lightness</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/11/05/captive-dragonfly-7313863/#comments</comments></item><item><title>A KISS OF YOU, NO!</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/11/03/a-kiss-of-you-no-7299735/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2009-11-03:/2009/11/03/a-kiss-of-you-no-7299735/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 17:09:37 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;NO! &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a kiss of you, no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;neither the burning eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;not even your hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i want from you as a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;NO!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i don't want nowhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;appointments with you,&lt;br&gt;or even your addiction, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;that we are lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;NO! i don’t want to know who comes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;or delays with you in the street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;everything not let me well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;thus can leave me naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="200_a kiss of you" href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/200_a_kiss_of_you/4072664"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data6.blog.de/media/664/4072664_9903295bc1_s.gif" alt="200_a kiss of you"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(NÃO! &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;um beijo teu não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nem o olhar ardente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nem sequer a tua mão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;a quero de presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;NÃO quero ter em algum sítio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;encontros marcados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ou sequer esse teu vício, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;de sermos namorados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;NÃO quero saber quem vem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nem esperas na rua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;tudo não me deixa bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;até me pode deixar nua.)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lisbon, &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nov 3, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/11/03/a-kiss-of-you-no-7299735/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>health</category><category>dating</category><category>kissing</category><category>life</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/11/03/a-kiss-of-you-no-7299735/#comments</comments></item><item><title>It's better...</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/05/04/it-s-better-6058632/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2009-05-04:/2009/05/04/it-s-better-6058632/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 19:52:47 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;It's better&lt;br&gt;
To cry alone&lt;br&gt;
Aloud&lt;br&gt;
In your own place&lt;br&gt;
Than have to hide the tears.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/05/04/it-s-better-6058632/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/05/04/it-s-better-6058632/#comments</comments></item><item><title>someone else</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/someone-else-5587932/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2009-02-16:/2009/02/16/someone-else-5587932/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 20:07:21 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Has anybody else been in the position of their partner telling them that they are in love with someone else?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Mazzy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/someone-else-5587932/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/someone-else-5587932/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Last Day Of Dating A Man In His 20s...</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/12/11/last-day-of-dating-a-man-in-his-20s-5202919/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-12-11:/2008/12/11/last-day-of-dating-a-man-in-his-20s-5202919/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 13:10:57 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;...because tomorrow Steve is 30. Ha, I've told him it's probably time to trade him in for a younger model.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I've unfortunately not done any of the things I wanted to for his birthday, because being a 'last moment' sort of person, I was going to sort it this week. But then Small Child got the pooey spewey thing that's going around, and now I've got it - was throwing up all Tuesday night, burning up on the sofa with intermittent crawls to the bathroom to pass watery foul=smelling crap all yesterday, and am now in the 'weak as a kitten' phase. All the while I've been having to look after a poorly little lad too.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Steve is surprisingly easy to be around when I am sick. I hate people being by me, but he doesn't mind my grumpy hiding away. He'll ask me if I need anything, and go on errands for Lucozade, and then he'll shut up and keep clear. He was annoyed I wouldn't cuddle him in bed tho, even though I explained that I didn't want him to catch anything, especially for his birthday. Woke up with him wrapped round me anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So poor thing only has two cards and one present (from Small Child). Oh well, I might tell him I've written off his £500 debt to me. Not quite sure he deserves it though!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So for now it's back to fighting Small Child for the 'good' end of the sofa, and lolling around pathetically between pale-faced chores. Can't yet make it out of the house, which is worrying as Steve has tomorrow off for partying. I love to party, but I think I'll struggle right now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/12/11/last-day-of-dating-a-man-in-his-20s-5202919/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>ill</category><category>birthday</category><category>love</category><category>money</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/12/11/last-day-of-dating-a-man-in-his-20s-5202919/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Lend me your eyes</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/23/lend-me-your-eyes-5091533/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-11-23:/2008/11/23/lend-me-your-eyes-5091533/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 15:57:32 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Lend me your eyes, so I can see myself,&lt;br&gt;
As you saw me that night.&lt;br&gt;
Two strangers, chatting casually over dinner,&lt;br&gt;
Until that moment, gesture, word or touch&lt;br&gt;
That told us both the way that it would be.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As dark as my own, reflecting back to me&lt;br&gt;
Passion, seduction, longing and desire,&lt;br&gt;
The promise of the night that was to come.&lt;br&gt;
From eyes to hands to lips, the contact spread,&lt;br&gt;
Drawing us further in, and further still.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Lend me your eyes, so I can see myself.&lt;br&gt;
I look in the mirror, try to find them there.&lt;br&gt;
Dark eyes stare back at me, the same dark eyes&lt;br&gt;
That captivated yours.&lt;br&gt;
But all I see is pain.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;© Melinda Belynda 23 November 2008 &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/23/lend-me-your-eyes-5091533/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/23/lend-me-your-eyes-5091533/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Stranger song</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/22/stranger-song-5083969/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-11-22:/2008/11/22/stranger-song-5083969/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 15:24:25 +0100</pubDate><description>	




	&lt;p&gt;You tell him to come in sit down&lt;br&gt;
but something makes you turn around&lt;br&gt;
The door is open you can't close your shelter&lt;br&gt;
You try the handle of the road&lt;br&gt;
It opens do not be afraid&lt;br&gt;
It's you my love, you who are the stranger&lt;br&gt;
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.&lt;br&gt;
...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And then leaning on your window sill&lt;br&gt;
he'll say one day you caused his will&lt;br&gt;
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter&lt;br&gt;
And then taking from his wallet&lt;br&gt;
an old schedule of trains, he'll say&lt;br&gt;
I told you when I came I was a stranger&lt;br&gt;
I told you when I came I was a stranger. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/22/stranger-song-5083969/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/22/stranger-song-5083969/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Love hurts... some more</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/15/love-hurts-some-more-5041732/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-11-15:/2008/11/15/love-hurts-some-more-5041732/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 20:44:58 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Love hurts, it hurts so much,&lt;br&gt;
I don’t want it any more,&lt;br&gt;
it makes me want to run away and hide,&lt;br&gt;
I won’t do that,&lt;br&gt;
I won’t I wont.&lt;br&gt;
‘I told you when I came, I was a stranger’.&lt;br&gt;
That is how it should be,&lt;br&gt;
that way there is no pain, no loss,&lt;br&gt;
Let it go, let it go, it doesn’t matter.&lt;br&gt;
I am jealous, I want too much.&lt;br&gt;
Learn not to want, learn not to care.&lt;br&gt;
I want not to care.&lt;br&gt;
It doesn’t matter.&lt;br&gt;
It doesn’t matter.&lt;br&gt;
Take it all away.&lt;br&gt;
Learn to be alone.&lt;br&gt;
Learn not to care.&lt;br&gt;
And if I stay?&lt;br&gt;
What difference does it make?&lt;br&gt;
I still won’t care.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/15/love-hurts-some-more-5041732/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/15/love-hurts-some-more-5041732/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Some things to ponder over.........</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/some-things-to-ponder-over-5034338/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-11-14:/2008/11/14/some-things-to-ponder-over-5034338/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 13:20:47 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, and the romance in a relationship and find out that you still care for that person.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;2. When the door of happiness closes, another opens but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;5. There are things you'd love to hear that you would never hear from the person who you would like to hear from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from their heart.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;6. Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth, in the end it fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;7. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8. A careless word may kindle strife, a cruel word may wreck a life, a timely word may level stress, a loving word may heal and bless.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;9. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;10. You can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/some-things-to-ponder-over-5034338/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>life-and-love</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/some-things-to-ponder-over-5034338/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Amazing</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/09/amazing-5008640/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-11-09:/2008/11/09/amazing-5008640/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 17:48:44 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;'Are you going to be amazing again?' he asked, as we stood in the darkened hotel room, while snow flakes blew past the window, kissing deeply and slowly working our way inside each other's clothes.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;'Were you amazed?' I ask later, lying content in his arms in the warm bed.&lt;br&gt;
'So-so.'&lt;br&gt;
'Hey!'&lt;br&gt;
I reach to slap him, lifting up the duvet as I do so and letting in the air from outside. He groans and I pull myself and the covers down onto him, shutting out the cold again as we wrap ourselves around each other and kiss some more.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Amazing.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/09/amazing-5008640/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/11/09/amazing-5008640/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Love me...</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/love-me-4930958/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-10-25:/2008/10/25/love-me-4930958/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 19:45:44 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;... or don't.&lt;br&gt;
but tell me so.&lt;br&gt;
I cooked you a meal.&lt;br&gt;
I planned it,&lt;br&gt;
Prepared it,&lt;br&gt;
Cooked it,&lt;br&gt;
Tried to clean up&lt;br&gt;
after myself.&lt;br&gt;
It took hours.&lt;br&gt;
So,&lt;br&gt;
Tell me what you think?&lt;br&gt;
I understand&lt;br&gt;
Perhaps it didn't come&lt;br&gt;
Up to your standards. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
But say so.&lt;br&gt;
Please.&lt;br&gt;
So I know.&lt;br&gt;
Don't just clear your throat,&lt;br&gt;
In that way I know so well.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Melinda Belynda&lt;br&gt;
25 October 2008
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/love-me-4930958/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/love-me-4930958/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Love Hurts</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/love-hurts-4927762/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-10-25:/2008/10/25/love-hurts-4927762/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 09:00:58 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was a Google "thought for the day" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love". Neil Gaiman &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would be interested to hear your views on this subject.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/love-hurts-4927762/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>life</category><category>love</category><category>hurt</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/25/love-hurts-4927762/#comments</comments></item><item><title>What will be .........</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/23/que-serai-serai-4918977/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-10-23:/2008/10/23/que-serai-serai-4918977/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 17:35:20 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;...............will be&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I haven't posted on this blog for ages so when I came across this among my documents I thought I'd share it here.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read Each One Carefully &amp; Think About It a Second or Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;2. No man or woman is worth your tears, &amp; the one who is, won't make you cry.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand &amp; touches your heart. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8. Don't waste your time on someone, who isn't willing to waste their time on you. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;9. Maybe we need to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;11.. There' s always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting &amp; just be more careful about who you trust next time around.. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;12. Make yourself a better person &amp; know who you are before you try &amp; know someone else &amp; expect them to know you. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/23/que-serai-serai-4918977/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>love</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/23/que-serai-serai-4918977/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Seriously, if you want a soap opera like life...</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/21/seriously-if-you-want-a-soap-opera-likelife-4909618/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-10-21:/2008/10/21/seriously-if-you-want-a-soap-opera-likelife-4909618/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 22:02:17 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;If you want a soap opera like life, you should read my blog. Love is a key part in it. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Look for JamesTrivial blog.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Maybe someone can tell me i'm doing the right thing...
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/21/seriously-if-you-want-a-soap-opera-likelife-4909618/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>love</category><category>life</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/10/21/seriously-if-you-want-a-soap-opera-likelife-4909618/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Further Reading.</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/16/further-reading-4733479/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-09-16:/2008/09/16/further-reading-4733479/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 03:20:55 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Independent&lt;/em&gt; is running a series on love, relationships and intimacy.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;More info here and a lot of discussion points! &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/love-sex/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Independent's&lt;/i&gt; guide to Love and Sex&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/16/further-reading-4733479/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/16/further-reading-4733479/#comments</comments></item><item><title>When Love Ends</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/06/whenloveends-4689220/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-09-06:/2008/09/06/whenloveends-4689220/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 10:38:47 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;Denial is easy.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Denial helps you hide from the sorrow and the sadness&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Denial helps not to cry when that’s the only thing you want to do. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Denial brings fake smiles to your face.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Denial makes it easier to cope.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Initially I don’t want to admit that it’s over. I only want to deny it.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But no I must accept&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Accept that I won’t see him again. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Accept that we won’t write any more memories together. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Accept that all our dreams are now gone. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Only then will I be able to live again.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/big&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/06/whenloveends-4689220/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>love</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/06/whenloveends-4689220/#comments</comments></item><item><title>As easy as.......ABC</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/05/as-easy-is-abc-4685227/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-09-05:/2008/09/05/as-easy-is-abc-4685227/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 14:13:47 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;ABC of a good relationship&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A - Absolutely adore each other&lt;br&gt;
B - Be best friends&lt;br&gt;
C - Compromise&lt;br&gt;
D - Discover new things together&lt;br&gt;
E - Encourage each other&lt;br&gt;
F - Forgive and forget&lt;br&gt;
G - Gaze into each others eyes&lt;br&gt;
H - Hold hands and hug a lot&lt;br&gt;
I - Inspire and intrigue each other&lt;br&gt;
J - Joke and laugh and have fun&lt;br&gt;
K - Kiss Kiss Kiss ;-)&lt;br&gt;
L - Love with all your hearts&lt;br&gt;
M - Marvel at each other's talents&lt;br&gt;
N - Nuture each other's soul&lt;br&gt;
O - Overcome problem together&lt;br&gt;
P - Play games&lt;br&gt;
Q - Quiet each other's fears&lt;br&gt;
R - Remember the little things&lt;br&gt;
S - Say "I love you" everyday&lt;br&gt;
T - Take time for tenderness&lt;br&gt;
U - Understand and care deeply&lt;br&gt;
V - Value everything you share&lt;br&gt;
W - Wish on stars together&lt;br&gt;
X - X-press your true feelings&lt;br&gt;
Y - Yearn for each other's touch&lt;br&gt;
Z - Zzzzz in each other's arm &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/05/as-easy-is-abc-4685227/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>love</category><category>relationships</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/05/as-easy-is-abc-4685227/#comments</comments></item><item><title>How Do YOU Score?</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/04/how-do-you-score-4681792/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-09-04:/2008/09/04/how-do-you-score-4681792/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 16:17:26 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;When a cute stranger steps on your foot in a crowded bar, you:&lt;br&gt;
• Say, "Watch it!" (Score = -1)&lt;br&gt;
• Writhe in pain (Score = 4)&lt;br&gt;
• Apologise (Score = 1)&lt;br&gt;
• Crack a joke (Score = 3)&lt;br&gt;
• Start a conversation (Score = 2)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;When you meet someone you'd like to get to know better, how do you proceed?&lt;br&gt;
• You pitch it as an invite to a group get-together with friends (Score = 1)&lt;br&gt;
• You go direct.Something like, "I'd love to get together with you sometime."(Score = 2)&lt;br&gt;
• You use an excuse "We both like Bond, I know where Goldfinger is playing."(Score = 3)&lt;br&gt;
• You give the person your number before being asked (Score = 4)&lt;br&gt;
• You wait and let them ask for your number (Score = -1)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Your screen name most closely matches which category:&lt;br&gt;
• Practical — maybe related to your name or city (Score = 1)&lt;br&gt;
• A good conversation-starter — a hobby, nickname (Score = 2)&lt;br&gt;
• A play on words that gets people laughing or thinking (Score = 3)&lt;br&gt;
• Something sexy (Score = 4)&lt;br&gt;
• Related to the car you drive, or to your job title (Score = -1)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;At an office happy hour, you lock eyes with someone standing solo at the bar. Your move?&lt;br&gt;
• Ditch your cocktail and ask them for advice on what you should order (Score = 2)&lt;br&gt;
• Keep an eye peeled for an hour, to be sure they're not someone's date (Score = 1)&lt;br&gt;
• Send over a margarita from across the bar (Score = 4)&lt;br&gt;
• Nada. No flirting at work parties (Score = -1)&lt;br&gt;
• Ask them to save you from your work party for a moment, and offer to buy that drink (Score = 3)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The best way to make someone sit up and notice you:&lt;br&gt;
• Making intense eye contact (Score = 4)&lt;br&gt;
• Telling a hilarious story (Score = 3)&lt;br&gt;
• Acting disinterested (Score = -1)&lt;br&gt;
• Being non-threatening and friendly (Score = 1)&lt;br&gt;
• Asking a lot of questions and casually touching (Score = 2) &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If you scored:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Less than 0&lt;br&gt;
If flirting is an Olympic sport, you're going for the... wait, what's below bronze? Aluminium? When you're around a love interest, you become introverted. The problem: It gives the impression you're unhappy and disinterested — even when you may really like someone. An easy fix? Ask questions. Everyone loves talking about themselves, plus when you tune in to the answers it shows you're a great listener.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;1-6&lt;br&gt;
OK, time to dash an old flirting myth — when you treat someone as "just a friend," it backfires. They end up thinking of you as just a friend. Unless you commit to clear flirting signals — such as the casual arm touch, or smiling while making eye contact — your flirting form may flop. So make your interest clear, instead of leaving them wondering if you like them in that way.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;7-14&lt;br&gt;
Your flirting form is like that perfect martini — a great balance of style and smoothness. Your twist? Your natural curiosity about people leaves them feeling like they made a real connection. How's that for a perfect 10?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;15-20&lt;br&gt;
When you turn on the charm, stand back — you give it your all. The problem? Sometimes your aggressive moves may label you as a player, someone who couldn't possibly be looking for a real relationship. Slowing down to make a legitimate connection with someone would boost your success ratio in a big way.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/04/how-do-you-score-4681792/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>how-do-you-score</category><category>meet</category><category>test</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/04/how-do-you-score-4681792/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Better luck next time!</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/01/better-luck-next-time-4667757/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-09-01:/2008/09/01/better-luck-next-time-4667757/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 17:55:10 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;Well neither fate nor cupid were on target (again!)&lt;/big&gt; &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Just to be clear.... in the last week I have met a woman with whom I am really quite committed. I am happy to correspond, or offer polite hospitality should you be this way, but nothing more.&lt;br&gt;
All the best,&lt;br&gt;
Mike"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;Now call me cynical but ...... is it possible to become "quite committed" to someone in a week?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/big&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/01/better-luck-next-time-4667757/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/09/01/better-luck-next-time-4667757/#comments</comments></item><item><title>GSOH</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/gsoh-4660485/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-31:/2008/08/31/gsoh-4660485/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 07:59:38 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;It’s conventional to say that a good sense of humour is the main thing we look for in a partner. But what do we mean by that? Is it just something everybody says because they’re too embarrassed to admit that they’re actually looking for a humungous dick/tits? So, they say, ‘Well, of course, what I REALLY appreciate in the opposite sex is a GSOH’.&lt;br&gt;
But who can define what we mean by a GSOH? I suspect that everyone actually believes themselves to have one, so it becomes rather a pointless criterion – you can tick the box, but what happens when your SOH comes up hard against the other person’s? Do you laugh at the same things? Do you laugh at each other? Can you tease the crap out of each other and still fall into each other’s arms, with no rankling resentment?&lt;br&gt;
Humour is a very personal thing. My sense of humour, like my taste in general, is, of course, superb. But then, isn’t everybody’s?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/gsoh-4660485/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>laugh</category><category>humour</category><category>love</category><category>relationships</category><category>dating</category><category>relationship</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/gsoh-4660485/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Can you forgive a cheater?</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/26/can-you-forgive-a-cheater-4641232/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-26:/2008/08/26/can-you-forgive-a-cheater-4641232/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 21:10:35 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;I've been wondering recently if having that little bit of faith in somebody that they can change, is a waste of time. I was cheated on, but forgave him, thinking that if it was a mistake and he loved me just as much as i loved him, we could carry on as normal. I put in so much effort believing that if i was a better girlfriend he wouldn't be tempted to stray again. I was wrong...and ended up more hurt than i was originally. So was i just asking for a repeat performance, or was he just a dodgy one? What do you think? Could you forgive someone who cheated on you, and have the strength to deal with whatever consequences your decision may bring? Let me know...
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/26/can-you-forgive-a-cheater-4641232/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/26/can-you-forgive-a-cheater-4641232/#comments</comments></item><item><title>your kisses</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/25/your-kisses-4632593/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-24:/2008/08/25/your-kisses-4632593/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 00:06:27 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;...and you may not have heard this group,&lt;br&gt;
but I've been wondering if perhaps&lt;br&gt;
this should be my theme-tune!?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	



&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/25/your-kisses-4632593/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>alluneedislove</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/25/your-kisses-4632593/#comments</comments></item><item><title>woman in love</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/woman-in-love-4632504/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-24:/2008/08/24/woman-in-love-4632504/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 23:23:45 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;well, whilst we are posting songs,&lt;br&gt;
here's one that I think is really beautiful...&lt;br&gt;
the original, of course!&lt;/p&gt;
	



&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/woman-in-love-4632504/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>loveisalluneed</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/woman-in-love-4632504/#comments</comments></item><item><title>The End of the Affair</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/the-end-of-the-affair-4631571/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-24:/2008/08/24/the-end-of-the-affair-4631571/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 19:22:09 +0200</pubDate><description>	








&lt;p&gt;This is one of my favourite songs. It really gets to the heart of the end of a beautiful thing. It's by Marvin Gaye and from the album &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Here_My_Dear"&gt;Here, My Dear&lt;/a&gt;, which was an album that financed his divorce settlement.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You know, when you say your marriage vows, they're supposed to be for real. I mean...&lt;br&gt;if you think back about what you really said, you know, about, honor and loving and&lt;br&gt;obeying till death do us part and all. But it shouldn't be that way, it should...it&lt;br&gt;should, it shouldn't be lies because it turns out to be lies. If you don't honor what&lt;br&gt;you said, you lie to God. The words should be changed.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ooo now as I recall, we tried a million times&lt;br&gt;Again and again and again, and that isn't all&lt;br&gt;I gave my love to you each time to make amends&lt;br&gt;Suddenly I start to realize I can't make it&lt;br&gt;Pretty birds fly away, I had to leave you for my health's sake&lt;br&gt;What to do? Make him pay,&lt;br&gt;for leaving you, my fine, is to pay forever&lt;br&gt;So if a fresh new love comes in, I won't say those words again&lt;br&gt;Instead I'll say I'll try to love and protect you&lt;br&gt;With all my heart as long as you want me to baby&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ooo if I love again I'm gonna try a new way this time&lt;br&gt;Memories of the things we did; some we're proud of, some we hid&lt;br&gt;So when two people have to part, sometimes it makes them stronger&lt;br&gt;Do you remember all of the bullshit, baby?&lt;br&gt;You say you love me with all your heart&lt;br&gt;If you ever loved me will all of your heart&lt;br&gt;You'd never take a million dollars to part&lt;br&gt;I really tried, you know I tried, oh baby&lt;br&gt;Although we tried, all of those promises was nothin' but lies&lt;br&gt;I really tried, you know how I really tried, we really lied, didn't we baby?&lt;br&gt;And on top of that you have scandalized my name&lt;br&gt;What I can't understand is if you love me&lt;br&gt;How could you turn me into the police?&lt;br&gt;Didn't I love you good and try to take care of you?&lt;br&gt;Best that I could&lt;br&gt;You were so divine&lt;br&gt;And your love was like mellow wine&lt;br&gt;Pains of love, miles of tears,&lt;br&gt;Enough to last me for my lifetime&lt;br&gt;Broken hearts last for years, soon break away to the noonday sunshine&lt;br&gt;One thing I can promise, friend: I'll never be back again&lt;br&gt;But I'm not really bitter babe&lt;br&gt;I wish you all the luck and all the love in the world,&lt;br&gt;good love in the world (good luck in the world)&lt;br&gt;But I know you'll never be satisfied&lt;br&gt;No, you still want me standin' by your side&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Memories haunt you all the time, I will never leave your mind&lt;br&gt;Got judgement on your side; you've said bad things and you've lied&lt;br&gt;Still I remember some of the good things baby&lt;br&gt;Like love after dark and picnics in parks&lt;br&gt;Those are the days I'll not forget in my life&lt;br&gt;I'd rather remember, remember the joy we shared babe&lt;br&gt;I'd rather remember all the fun we had&lt;br&gt;All I ever really wanted was to love you and treat you right&lt;br&gt;All we did was fuss and fight&lt;br&gt;It don't matter baby, take a lesson from them all&lt;br&gt;I never thought I'd see the day when you'd put me through what you put me through&lt;br&gt;You tried your best, you say I gave you no rest&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;(repeat and fade):&lt;br&gt;When did you stop loving me? When did I stop loving you?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/the-end-of-the-affair-4631571/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/the-end-of-the-affair-4631571/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Addicted?</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/addicted-4630831/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-24:/2008/08/24/addicted-4630831/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 16:35:22 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Another perspective on Marian's questions...&lt;br&gt;
'The lights are on, but you're not home...'&lt;br&gt;
Sorry, can't embed this one, so you'll have to follow the link&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjbzKkeIDxY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjbzKkeIDxY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ohhh, Robert, I think I'm.... &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/addicted-4630831/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/addicted-4630831/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Do we fool ourselves?</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/do-we-fool-ourselves-4630190/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-24:/2008/08/24/do-we-fool-ourselves-4630190/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 13:39:02 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;These are the words of an old, but well-known, (I think) song.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Falling in Love with Love is falling for make-believe!&lt;br&gt;
Falling in Love with Love is playing the fool!&lt;br&gt;
Caring too much is such a juvenile fancy!&lt;br&gt;
Learning to trust is just for children in school.&lt;br&gt;
I fell in Love with Love one night when the moon was full&lt;br&gt;
I was unwise with eyes unable to see!&lt;br&gt;
I fell in Love with Love, Love ever-lasting!&lt;br&gt;
But love fell out, with me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Is love only make-believe?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Is love all we need?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Discuss&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/do-we-fool-ourselves-4630190/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>love</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/do-we-fool-ourselves-4630190/#comments</comments></item><item><title>while you see a chance, take it, find romance...</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/while-you-see-a-chance-take-it-find-romance-4627986/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-23:/2008/08/23/while-you-see-a-chance-take-it-find-romance-4627986/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 20:03:01 +0200</pubDate><description>	



&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/while-you-see-a-chance-take-it-find-romance-4627986/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/while-you-see-a-chance-take-it-find-romance-4627986/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Fate or coincidence?</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/fate-or-coincidence-4627102/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-23:/2008/08/23/fate-or-coincidence-4627102/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 15:47:00 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;This might not be fate but I can’t miss taking the opportunity that has presented itself.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;On Thursday morning I wrote a post called &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/21/destined-to-be-alone-4617335"&gt;“Destined to be Alone?” &lt;/a&gt;and along with the many lovely comments came this from Miramaze:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;“Get ready to receive .. this or better is on its way to you NOW”&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well, a few years ago, I joined a French Social Networking Site and I did meet a couple of very nice men friends (French ones) but nothing of any importance. So I decided to call it a day.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The main problems being caused by:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;a)	my poor grasp of the French language&lt;br&gt;
b)	their equally poor grasp of the English Language &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Men and woman who speak the same language have difficulties understanding each other on the emotional front so it’s virtually impossible when you speak a different language. I know someone will ask “but what about the Language of Love – surely that’s enough?” Well believe me it isn’t. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I regularly receive updates from the site which I normally delete right away. That was until yesterday when among the six profiles sent, I spotted an English ex-pat which is quite unusual on this site. Mindful of Miramaze’s message I decided to send a friendly "hello" and received a lovely message back. We have exchanged email addresses and we will see if we’ve got anything in common.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Nothing ventured, nothing gained.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh and thank you Miramaze!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/fate-or-coincidence-4627102/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/fate-or-coincidence-4627102/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Maybe life is getting better !</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/maybe-life-is-getting-better-4627116/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-23:/2008/08/23/maybe-life-is-getting-better-4627116/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 15:46:37 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;OH MY GOD !!!! where to start _ well i went to the hospital and had fluid drained off the tumour. painful but a relief in that its still benign at the mo. BIG NEWS - told J how i felt as it was him that took me to the hospital.(Very embarassing) Then he only said that he wanted to talk to me when he dropped me off at home. My brain was just about nuked.&lt;br&gt;
Was a little awkward till we got here then he told me that he felt the same !!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;
oh wow talk about shock.&lt;br&gt;
well it gets better - he took a days holiday on thursday and spent all of his work time _ 8am to 4pm with me !!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;
am goggled. Bless him he didnt think that he stood a chance with me being a lot younger.&lt;br&gt;
for once am totally lost for words and believe me that is a miracle&gt;    &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/maybe-life-is-getting-better-4627116/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>love</category><comments>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/maybe-life-is-getting-better-4627116/#comments</comments></item><item><title>soul mates</title><link>http://loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk/2008/08/21/soul-mates-4619392/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:loveisalluneed.blog.co.uk,2008-08-21:/2008/08/21/soul-mates-4619392/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 19:30:20 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;I often feel that I'll never find someone that I can be happy with. In the past I've had a couple of relationships that weren't great, and the guys involved were controlling and verbally abusive to me...&lt;br&gt;
to such an extent that now if there is even a hint of that it just makes me go completely cold, and usually I lose all interest. It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; an overreaction on my part, but I still don't seem to be able to change that.&lt;br&gt;
It seems so deep-rooted that I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to change it. I'd love to find someone to be really close to, a soul-mate, but no sign of him so far   &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
will I ever find true love?  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/1/2747452" title="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/452/2747452_1a44b87083_s.jpg" alt="1" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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