<?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-7416094</id><updated>2011-08-05T12:40:53.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts Sigh</title><subtitle type='html'>"Love is everything it's cracked up to be...It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-7439447896401797523</id><published>2007-06-16T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:14:18.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strength of a Man</title><content type='html'>The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It's seen in the width of his arms that circle you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the gentle words he whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in how many buddies he has.&lt;br /&gt;It's in how good of buddies he is with his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.&lt;br /&gt;It's in how respected he is at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.&lt;br /&gt;It's in how tender he touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the hair on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;It's in his heart...that lies within his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't how many women he has loved.&lt;br /&gt;It's in how he can be true to one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the burdens he can carry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-7439447896401797523?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7439447896401797523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=7439447896401797523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/7439447896401797523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/7439447896401797523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/strength-of-man.html' title='The Strength of a Man'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-114666818499420095</id><published>2006-05-03T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:56:25.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The problem with the past is we think we have to face it, when in fact it is at our backs. What we have to face is the future, without letting the past fuck it up.&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-114666818499420095?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/114666818499420095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=114666818499420095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114666818499420095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114666818499420095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2006/05/problem-with-past-is-we-think-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-114623671774845437</id><published>2006-04-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:05:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bell is not a bell&lt;br /&gt;                  until someone rings it,&lt;br /&gt;                  a song is not a song&lt;br /&gt;                  until someone sings it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Love wasn't put&lt;br /&gt;                  in the heart to stay,&lt;br /&gt;                  for love isn't love&lt;br /&gt;                  'til you give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    - Chanh Kha -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-114623671774845437?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/114623671774845437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=114623671774845437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114623671774845437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114623671774845437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2006/04/bell-is-not-bell-until-someone-rings.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-114623657674585845</id><published>2006-04-28T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:02:56.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the world you may be one person,&lt;br /&gt;                  but to one person you may be the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   - Bill Wilson -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-114623657674585845?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/114623657674585845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=114623657674585845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114623657674585845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114623657674585845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-world-you-may-be-one-person-but-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-114623651590876953</id><published>2006-04-28T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:01:55.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We sat side by side in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;                  and looked out at the future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   - Brian Andres -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-114623651590876953?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/114623651590876953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=114623651590876953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114623651590876953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114623651590876953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-sat-side-by-side-in-morning-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-114623644739431735</id><published>2006-04-28T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:00:47.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it that I love?</title><content type='html'>If asked why I love her I would say&lt;br /&gt;                  It’s the sway in her hips,&lt;br /&gt;                  the thickness in her thighs.&lt;br /&gt;                  It’s the lust in her lips,&lt;br /&gt;                  the love in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;                  It’s the softness of her skin,&lt;br /&gt;                  the silk in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;                  It’s the twist in her walk;&lt;br /&gt;                  it’s the sweetness in her talk.&lt;br /&gt;                  It’s the way she loves me&lt;br /&gt;                  that makes me love her each day.&lt;br /&gt;                  That is what I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   - Justin Hutchins -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-114623644739431735?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/114623644739431735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=114623644739431735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114623644739431735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/114623644739431735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-it-that-i-love.html' title='What is it that I love?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-113867489340147054</id><published>2006-01-30T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:48:26.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't need a lot of things. I can get by with nothing. Of all the blessings life can bring, I've always needed something. But I've got all I want when it comes to loving you. You're my only reason. You're my only truth.&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water, like breath, like rain. I need you like mercy from Heaven's gate. There's a freedom in your arms that carries me through. I need you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the hope that moves me to courage again. You're the love that rescues me when the cold winds rage. And it's so amazing because that's just how you are. And I can't turn back now because you've brought me too far.&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water, like breath, like rain. I need you like mercy from Heaven's gate. There's a freedom in your arms that carries me through. I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need You by &lt;a href="http://www.leann-rimes.com/"&gt;LeAnn Rimes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-113867489340147054?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/113867489340147054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=113867489340147054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/113867489340147054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/113867489340147054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-need-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-113867466092853070</id><published>2006-01-30T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:50:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you be?</title><content type='html'>The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful stop me and steal my breath. And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky never revealing their depth.&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that we belong together. Dress it up with the trappings of love. I'll be captivated; I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartache that hangs from above.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your crying shoulder. I'll be love's suicide. I'll be better when I'm older. I'll be the greatest fan of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof as we lie awake in my bed. And you're my survival. You're my living proof, my love is alive and not dead.&lt;br /&gt;And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I fought my way back from the dead. Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edwin.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin McCain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-113867466092853070?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/113867466092853070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=113867466092853070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/113867466092853070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/113867466092853070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2006/01/will-you-be.html' title='Will you be?'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-111588136496956343</id><published>2005-05-12T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:02:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rapid flashes of blue, red, and white slice through the darkness and play upon your masked face, slowly revealing, piece by piece, your stare of hatred towards me, humiliating my tears of fear, wounding my sob of hurt, and cutting my heart into tiny bits of sorrow that timidly cling together forming a new battlefield for love and hate to clash in wars of jealousy and deceit; a new place where once again a look of loathing will shatter all that is recovered, where my tears of fear will be cried, where my sob of hurt will escape, and where my hearts’ serrated pieces will struggle to reunite love and hate’s war ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-111588136496956343?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111588136496956343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=111588136496956343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/111588136496956343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/111588136496956343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/05/look-away.html' title='Look Away'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-111579266561752387</id><published>2005-05-10T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:26:18.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>small fragile flake&lt;br /&gt;raining down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;blanketing the dismal earth&lt;br /&gt;brightening the winters dark&lt;br /&gt;a new blanket falls from the sky&lt;br /&gt;illuminating the sleeping earth&lt;br /&gt;children rush out to play&lt;br /&gt;bundled in their warmest clothes&lt;br /&gt;snowmen magically stand guard&lt;br /&gt;over the angels on the ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-111579266561752387?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forgottenfate.blogspot.com/2004/12/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111579266561752387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=111579266561752387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/111579266561752387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/111579266561752387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/05/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-111579255606413190</id><published>2005-05-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:51:04.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose:&lt;br /&gt;There’s a time to be born and a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant and a time to harvest;&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear down and a time rebuild;&lt;br /&gt;A time to cry, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;A time to grieve and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones together;&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace and a time to turn away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to get and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep and a time to throw away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear and a time to mend;&lt;br /&gt;A time to be quiet and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love and a time to hate;&lt;br /&gt;A time for war and a time for peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Holy Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-111579255606413190?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111579255606413190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=111579255606413190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/111579255606413190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/111579255606413190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-every-thing-there-is-season-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-111224821970039788</id><published>2005-03-30T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:53:33.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've had you so many times but somehow I want more."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.maroon5.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-111224821970039788?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.maroon5.com/' title='&quot;I&apos;ve had you so many times but somehow I want more.&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111224821970039788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=111224821970039788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/111224821970039788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/111224821970039788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-had-you-so-many-times-but-somehow.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve had you so many times but somehow I want more.&quot;'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110812822843139759</id><published>2005-02-11T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:15:00.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stop, let's smell the roses. They're far too beautiful to be ignored the way we always do. Stop, let's watch the sun set. Who knows if it'll ever be this brilliant again any time soon. Stop, let's finish talking. Just cause they brought the check, we don't have to hurry out the door. Stop, it's not that pressing. This moment's never gonna happen again, I'd really hate to waste it. You don't have to be afraid of the Big Bad World. I could lead you safely through it if you'd let me. You have nothing to fear from that Big Bad World. I could be your guide if only you'd believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groverflanagan.blogspot.com/2005/01/that-song.html"&gt;-Andy&lt;/a&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/7416094-110812822843139759?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110812822843139759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110812822843139759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110812822843139759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110812822843139759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110620333319134934</id><published>2005-01-19T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:06:52.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How could you hold my hand, and pretend you need me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; How could you say you miss me, if you're not even longing for me? How could you say you want me forever, if you can't even stand to be near me. How could you look into my eyes, and see how I really feel. How could you see me shatter into many pieces and stand there emotionless. How could you take me for granted when all of my attention was on you. How could you tell me you want me, if it's not ME you "really" want. How could you tell me you love me, if what you feel is not for me. How could you say you're thinking of me, if you're dreaming of someone else instead. How could you want more, when you had all of me. How could you want me to fight for you, when you won't fight for me. How could you ignore my plea, when all I ask from you is just a little LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://gaylord25.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaylord&lt;/a&gt; [Paraphrased]&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/7416094-110620333319134934?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110620333319134934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110620333319134934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110620333319134934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110620333319134934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110602927090799352</id><published>2005-01-17T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:32:49.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving someone all your life is never an assurance that they’ll love you back. Don’t expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their [heart], but if it doesn’t…be content it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we don’t know what we have got until we lose it. But it's also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things you would love to hear that you will never hear from the person whom you would like to hear them from. But don’t be so deaf as not to hear them from the one who says it from their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say goodbye if you still want to try. &lt;br /&gt;Never give up if you still feel you can go on. &lt;br /&gt;Never say you don’t love a person if you cant let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kakkies.blogspot.com/"&gt;-Karthika&lt;/a&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/7416094-110602927090799352?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110602927090799352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110602927090799352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110602927090799352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110602927090799352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/sad-thing-in-life-is-when-you-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110551715309463098</id><published>2005-01-12T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:05:53.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>The edges of the map&lt;br /&gt;curl inward and outward&lt;br /&gt;on my wall&lt;br /&gt;where the whole world&lt;br /&gt;is sprawled&lt;br /&gt;with torn and tattered corners&lt;br /&gt;and muted waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines keep spaces&lt;br /&gt;and places neat&lt;br /&gt;while I am thirsty&lt;br /&gt;and incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth lies&lt;br /&gt;open and flat&lt;br /&gt;with oceans and islands and mountains&lt;br /&gt;and that&lt;br /&gt;all stuck in white space with a tac,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;and wonder Where?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While buses and planes and ships&lt;br /&gt;and the like&lt;br /&gt;all fly through the sea and the sky and the night,&lt;br /&gt;taking humans around&lt;br /&gt;this vast crowded globe&lt;br /&gt;with so much to do&lt;br /&gt;and so much to see&lt;br /&gt;But so little time&lt;br /&gt;and so little of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://melindasmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melinda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110551715309463098?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110551715309463098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110551715309463098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110551715309463098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110551715309463098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110551428572134684</id><published>2005-01-11T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:18:02.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"To say that anything in this world is 100% possible, would also mean anything in this world is also 100% impossible."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://dhammapada.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Kristian&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110551428572134684?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110551428572134684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110551428572134684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110551428572134684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110551428572134684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-say-that-anything-in-this-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110551406371976167</id><published>2005-01-11T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:11:14.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, to be in the land beyond the rainbow</title><content type='html'>Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Some day I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me, where troubles melt like lemondrops away above the chimney tops. That's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110551406371976167?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110551406371976167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110551406371976167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110551406371976167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110551406371976167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-to-be-in-land-beyond-rainbow.html' title='Oh, to be in the land beyond the rainbow'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110551320106192093</id><published>2005-01-11T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:19:12.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"To do something you haven't ever done,&lt;br /&gt;you have to become a person you haven't ever been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://herlifegoeson.blogspot.com/2005/01/magic-of-mind.html#comments"&gt;- Her Life Goes On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://herlifegoeson.blogspot.com/2005/01/magic-of-mind.html#comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110551320106192093?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110551320106192093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110551320106192093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110551320106192093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110551320106192093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-do-something-you-havent-ever-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110550958390415148</id><published>2005-01-11T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:59:43.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not having what you want,&lt;br /&gt;It's wanting what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 'Soak up the Sun' by &lt;a href="http://www.sherylcrow.com/"&gt;Sheryl Crow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110550958390415148?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110550958390415148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110550958390415148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110550958390415148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110550958390415148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-not-having-what-you-want-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110474746553537785</id><published>2005-01-03T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T02:18:59.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To me this world is a dream, so why change your dreams when you can change the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kardiakarrest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog I stole this from&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110474746553537785?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110474746553537785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110474746553537785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110474746553537785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110474746553537785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-me-this-world-is-dream-so-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110439253487886003</id><published>2004-12-29T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:42:14.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie from &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/city/?ntrack_para1=leftnav_category0_show5"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110439253487886003?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110439253487886003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110439253487886003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110439253487886003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110439253487886003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-looking-for-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110421906230599551</id><published>2004-12-27T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:31:02.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I hate missing someone who I know isn't missing me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://missjeni.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-going-im-going-im-going-im-really.html#comments"&gt;Jeni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110421906230599551?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110421906230599551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110421906230599551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110421906230599551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110421906230599551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-missing-someone-who-i-know-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110421851848679104</id><published>2004-12-26T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:13:39.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think about how we might have been. We'd spend our days travelin'. It's not that I don't understand you. It's not that i don't want to be with you. But you only wanted me the way you wanted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reason Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://missjeni.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-think-about-how-we-might-have-been.html"&gt;Jeni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110421851848679104?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110421851848679104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110421851848679104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110421851848679104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110421851848679104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-think-about-how-we-might-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110318240448437747</id><published>2004-12-15T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:33:24.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Daylight licked me into shape&lt;br /&gt;I must have been asleep for days&lt;br /&gt;And moving lips to breathe her name&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And found myself alone alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone above a raging sea&lt;br /&gt;That stole the only girl I loved&lt;br /&gt;And drowned her deep inside of me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Like Heaven by &lt;a href="http://www.thecure.com/"&gt;The Cure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110318240448437747?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110318240448437747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110318240448437747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110318240448437747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110318240448437747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/12/daylight-licked-me-into-shape-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-110236330805786288</id><published>2004-12-06T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:21:34.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain Seeks No Shelter</title><content type='html'>On days like this&lt;br /&gt;A wish is cloud-covered&lt;br /&gt;Full of hopeless hope&lt;br /&gt;Forever severed.&lt;br /&gt;An empty, standing army&lt;br /&gt;Makes a decision&lt;br /&gt;Shoots down the vision&lt;br /&gt;Falls down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, disasters&lt;br /&gt;And stolen tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;Forget to remember.&lt;br /&gt;The rain on the window&lt;br /&gt;Tells no stories and&lt;br /&gt;Seeks no shelter from&lt;br /&gt;Double-paned shadows&lt;br /&gt;And inclement wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this Paradise&lt;br /&gt;We all have expired;&lt;br /&gt;Shone with the gilt&lt;br /&gt;Of a million lies&lt;br /&gt;Pushed no punches&lt;br /&gt;Pulled no desires.&lt;br /&gt;We stand in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;And envy the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scottintheway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott In The Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-110236330805786288?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110236330805786288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=110236330805786288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110236330805786288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/110236330805786288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/12/rain-seeks-no-shelter.html' title='The Rain Seeks No Shelter'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109834242556883855</id><published>2004-10-21T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T00:07:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet CXVI- William Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;br /&gt;Admit impediments. Love is not love&lt;br /&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;br /&gt;O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,&lt;br /&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;br /&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come;&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;br /&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109834242556883855?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109834242556883855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109834242556883855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109834242556883855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109834242556883855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/10/sonnet-cxvi-william-shakespeare.html' title='Sonnet CXVI- William Shakespeare'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109834199286556198</id><published>2004-10-20T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:59:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until It Sleeps</title><content type='html'>Where do I take this pain of mine?&lt;br /&gt;I run but it stays right by my side&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open, pour me out&lt;br /&gt;These things inside they scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;And the pain still hates me...&lt;br /&gt;So hold me until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a curse, just like a stray&lt;br /&gt;You feed it once and now it stays...now it stays&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open, but beware:&lt;br /&gt;There's things inside without a care&lt;br /&gt;And the dirt still stains me&lt;br /&gt;So wash me until I'm clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until It Sleeps by &lt;a href="http://www.metallica.com/index.asp"&gt;Metallica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109834199286556198?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109834199286556198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109834199286556198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109834199286556198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109834199286556198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/10/until-it-sleeps.html' title='Until It Sleeps'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109799100415013037</id><published>2004-10-16T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T22:30:04.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I live inside this shell&lt;br /&gt;That’s inside this box&lt;br /&gt;That’s inside this fort&lt;br /&gt;That’s inside this tunnel&lt;br /&gt;That’s under the sea&lt;br /&gt;That I hide in to keep away from you…&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me, you’d find me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109799100415013037?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109799100415013037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109799100415013037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109799100415013037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109799100415013037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-live-inside-this-shell-thats-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109773765978491602</id><published>2004-10-13T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:07:39.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This above all: to thine own self be true...</title><content type='html'>Hamlet&lt;a href="http://www-tech.mit.edu/Shakespeare/hamlet/hamlet.1.3.html"&gt; 1 3.78-80&lt;/a&gt; by William Shakespear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109773765978491602?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109773765978491602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109773765978491602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109773765978491602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109773765978491602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-above-all-to-thine-own-self-be.html' title='This above all: to thine own self be true...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109693387899368549</id><published>2004-10-04T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:51:18.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your time is quick&lt;br /&gt;your days are done&lt;br /&gt;and just when it started getting fun&lt;br /&gt;your body quits&lt;br /&gt;you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and soon enough, you're attracting flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontburstmybubble.blogspot.com/2004/09/your-time-is-quick-your-days-are-done.html#comments"&gt;The Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109693387899368549?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109693387899368549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109693387899368549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109693387899368549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109693387899368549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/10/your-time-is-quick-your-days-are-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109600294916104984</id><published>2004-09-23T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:06:41.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Augustine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109600294916104984?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109600294916104984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109600294916104984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109600294916104984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109600294916104984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-better-to-have-loved-and-lost-than.html' title='It&apos;s better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109597882469704017</id><published>2004-09-22T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:23:47.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History will repeat itself if given the chance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109597882469704017?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109597882469704017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109597882469704017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109597882469704017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109597882469704017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/09/history-will-repeat-itself-if-given.html' title='History will repeat itself if given the chance.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109580405029351781</id><published>2004-09-21T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T15:00:50.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can’t always get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;But if you try sometimes you just might find:&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstones.com"&gt;The Rolling Stones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109580405029351781?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109580405029351781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109580405029351781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109580405029351781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109580405029351781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-cant-always-get-what-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109573489201658941</id><published>2004-09-20T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:48:12.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad but true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love makes you do crazy things, insane things, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things you would never imagine yourself doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0324554/"&gt;Wicker Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109573489201658941?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109573489201658941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109573489201658941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109573489201658941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109573489201658941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/09/sad-but-true.html' title='Sad but true...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109580071461994445</id><published>2004-09-18T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:24:10.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; is patient, love is kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; never fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/cgi-bin/bible?language=english&amp;passage=1+cor+13&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Holy Bible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109580071461994445?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109580071461994445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109580071461994445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109580071461994445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109580071461994445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/09/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109548957982891563</id><published>2004-09-17T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:41:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more men going in and out of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more casual sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more breaking hearts and getting my heart broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There comes a time when all games must cease.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can’t be a grown-up still playing childish games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Mr. Golden Boy, whoever you are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m waiting for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m not giving away my heart or my body &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to anyone who wants a sample anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fighting-words.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. Tee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109548957982891563?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109548957982891563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109548957982891563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109548957982891563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109548957982891563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-more-men-going-in-and-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109547845520900224</id><published>2004-09-16T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:24:41.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never</title><content type='html'>Never say I love you, if you don't really care;&lt;br /&gt;Never talk of feelings, if they aren't really there;&lt;br /&gt;Never hold my hand, if you mean to break my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Never say forever, if you plan to part;&lt;br /&gt;Never look into my eyes, if you're telling me a lie;&lt;br /&gt;Never say hello, if you think you'll say goodbye;&lt;br /&gt;Never say 'I'm the one', if you dream of more than me;&lt;br /&gt;Never lock up my heart, if you don't have the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://herlifegoeson.blogspot.com/"&gt;author&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109547845520900224?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109547845520900224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109547845520900224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109547845520900224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109547845520900224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/09/never.html' title='Never'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-109547832836558276</id><published>2004-09-15T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:25:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a consistent lover...</title><content type='html'>I sense your presence by smell first, always. I can know that you're in a room, but I don't feel your presence, understand my desire, until I have some physical response, have you flowing through my breath. Sometimes we meet coincidentally and this is when your scent excites me most. Standing some place, unaware, it hits me and suddenly I'm more awake. My head turns to look for you before your name even registers in my consciousness. It's as if my whole body rises just a little bit. Occasionally, circumstances prevent the consummation of my lust, but just the smell of you, that moment of sensual recognition restores my mind to my body. I love you for your smell. It's a subtle pleasure which I do not compare with the effects you have on me when we join completely, although I want you just as much, if not more, for these effects. Sometimes it's almost like an addiction and I need you, to feel the warmth of your fluids inside me, on my tongue, the back of my throat, coursing all the way through me. I like you so many different ways, even with whip cream when I'm indulgent. And when I have had enough it hits me and I'm alive again. It always seems when I need you like this that I was dead or dreaming before our union. I want you for the things you do to me. And Starbucks has made you its whore. Oh, my coffee, I like you even cheaper than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isabellawunder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Isabella &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-109547832836558276?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/109547832836558276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=109547832836558276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109547832836558276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/109547832836558276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/09/to-consistent-lover.html' title='To a consistent lover...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-108862757364210883</id><published>2004-06-30T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:40:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier Boy</title><content type='html'>I was blinded on that cold fall day&lt;br /&gt;Whining and nagging I went on my way&lt;br /&gt;Unaware each word tore us further apart&lt;br /&gt;And that was the price of ignoring my heart&lt;br /&gt;My mind reminded me of the distance we had&lt;br /&gt;While my heart whispered, cried, and was sad&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t understand why he wasn’t here&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t see past myself and &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked away on that cold fall day&lt;br /&gt;Quietly he watched me go my own way&lt;br /&gt;Aware of the hurt my words caused within&lt;br /&gt;And his inability to be the perfect man&lt;br /&gt;His grand efforts were lost after several defeats&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t she see the big picture complete&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t understand why she always wanted him there&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t see past his duty, the future, and &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we shared more than we knew&lt;br /&gt;Yet we were alone, unsure what to do&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes were closed along with our minds&lt;br /&gt;Compromise and forgiveness were rare finds&lt;br /&gt;An apology was whispered with a cold kiss&lt;br /&gt;Life went on, he and I, just like this&lt;br /&gt;Unknowing that a loving heart also dies&lt;br /&gt;And no one sees until they open their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001-Texas Gurl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108862757364210883?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108862757364210883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108862757364210883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108862757364210883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108862757364210883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/06/soldier-boy.html' title='Soldier Boy'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-108853372691699883</id><published>2004-06-29T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:56:57.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't rely on a man to make you happy- just enjoy him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If a woman is living for a man than she's going to lose him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's a responsibility no man really wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-83 year old woman when asked about love and happiness by &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.glamour.com/"&gt;Glamour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Magazine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108853372691699883?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108853372691699883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108853372691699883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108853372691699883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108853372691699883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/06/dont-rely-on-man-to-make-you-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-108844758910022205</id><published>2004-06-28T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:50:37.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>love- a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ineffable- incapable of being expressed; indescribable or unutterable&lt;br /&gt;solicitude- care or concern, as for the well-being of another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://dictionary.com"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108844758910022205?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108844758910022205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108844758910022205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108844758910022205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108844758910022205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/06/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-108811101951601011</id><published>2004-06-24T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:12:23.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because you like something doesn't mean you're good at it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.dontburstmybubble.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108811101951601011?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108811101951601011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108811101951601011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108811101951601011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108811101951601011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-because-you-like-something-doesnt.html' title='Just because you like something doesn&apos;t mean you&apos;re good at it.'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-108811052094950573</id><published>2004-06-24T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:00:49.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is everything it's cracked up to be…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking&lt;br /&gt;everything for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-By Erica Jong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/omag_landing.jhtml;jsessionid=ATHFW23YZXJTNLARAYHB3KQ"&gt;O Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, February 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108811052094950573?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108811052094950573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108811052094950573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i destroyed it&lt;br /&gt;selfish me&lt;br /&gt;still wondering&lt;br /&gt;where i fit in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998-Texas Gurl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108804325086311994?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108804325086311994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108804325086311994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108804325086311994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108804325086311994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/2004/06/stupid-me.html' title='stupid me'/><author><name>Texas Gurl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-108804321183853116</id><published>2004-06-23T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:10:53.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Have Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I have fears that I may cease to be&lt;br /&gt;before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain;&lt;br /&gt;Before high-piled books in charact'ry hold like rich&lt;br /&gt;garners the full ripen'd grain;&lt;br /&gt;When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face&lt;br /&gt;huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,&lt;br /&gt;And think that I may never live to trace&lt;br /&gt;their shadows with the magic hand of chance;&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,&lt;br /&gt;that I shall never look upon thee more,&lt;br /&gt;Never have relish in the faery power&lt;br /&gt;of unreflecting love;- then on the shore&lt;br /&gt;Of the wide world I stand alone, and think&lt;br /&gt;Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John Keats (1795-1821) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108804321183853116?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108804321183853116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108804321183853116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108804321183853116'/><link rel='self' 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there waiting to be remembered,&lt;br /&gt;This sad little memory.&lt;br /&gt;A time when I was happily bundled in forbidden love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting far too long&lt;br /&gt;For something I forgot was wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society was such a cold, uncaring fool,&lt;br /&gt;Forcing me to unwrap myself from love's warmth&lt;br /&gt;And find another better suited to It's choosing.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the way I felt then&lt;br /&gt;And realizing how I feel now&lt;br /&gt;I recognize how stupidly I threw away happiness...forever?&lt;br /&gt;Miserable, I sit here listening to my regret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fearing that I'll never love again&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And push repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000-Texas Gurl&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from &lt;em&gt;Until I Fall Away&lt;/em&gt; by the &lt;a href="http://www.gin-blossoms.com/domain.cool"&gt;Gin Blossoms&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416094.post-108804311777212243</id><published>2004-06-23T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:05:24.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light in the Darkness</title><content type='html'>As I await the eventual overthrow of the sun&lt;br /&gt;by the moon and his army of glittering wishes,&lt;br /&gt;I recollect the hallowed day our souls collided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the many glimpses of shattered dreams&lt;br /&gt;and dashed hopes for happiness,&lt;br /&gt;my mind stumbles upon the "prodigious birth of our love."&lt;br /&gt;How different it has been&lt;br /&gt;from all the hopeless impostors of the past.&lt;br /&gt;The soft grin of your lips&lt;br /&gt;and the warm, content glow that shines from your soul's windows&lt;br /&gt;are now the goals destined to my existence,&lt;br /&gt;your happiness, the only reason for my being.&lt;br /&gt;Through the tunnel of the future emerges,&lt;br /&gt;you and I, star-crossed lovers,&lt;br /&gt;meant to be, strong and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battles is over, the conquest complete,&lt;br /&gt;the moon and his army claim their now darkened territory.&lt;br /&gt;I watch in silence, completely in love,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of you, my little star,&lt;br /&gt;my perfect wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998-Texas Gurl&lt;br /&gt;The quote, "the prodigious birth of our love" was taken from William Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;Romeo and Juliet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108804311777212243?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108804311777212243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was a child and she was a child,&lt;br /&gt;In this kingdom by the sea;&lt;br /&gt;But we loved with a love that was more than love,&lt;br /&gt;I and my Annabel Lee.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Excerpt taken from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/102/89.html"&gt;Annabel Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Edgar Allan Poe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108804299725447626?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108804299725447626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108804299725447626' 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therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt taken from&lt;a href="http://the-tech.mit.edu/Shakespeare/midsummer/"&gt; &lt;em&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by William Shakespeare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108804297130098915?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108804297130098915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108804297130098915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108804297130098915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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then, how come I don't feel anything now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-By Jeff Melvoin&lt;br /&gt;Northern Exposure&lt;br /&gt;Altered Egos, 1993&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416094-108811083549593311?l=heartssigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartssigh.blogspot.com/feeds/108811083549593311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416094&amp;postID=108811083549593311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108811083549593311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416094/posts/default/108811083549593311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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