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My dearest Geart...

We have limit in this life.
Faith can take you from me.
This soul of mine never wants to let you go.
Every breath whispers your name.
till i am gone...
unless the story of our love.

Dedicated only for you,

Love
Via

The News of Love Story

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

ur record

Fri, 10 Oct 2008

Hi honey,

I already did my task :P listening to ur records. And i am speechless. I love you so much.
You are the one.

I also like to listen to ur activities there, it feels so close to me. I imagine I am still in my room and u already made ur own breakfast in the kitchen and I just …………….

“honey…. What is the noise?” via is asking from the bed room. Then Geart replies loudly “Ow, its me, want some bread honey?”.
Via wakes up from bed and walk down stair. She knew Geart is somewhere making some noise and finally know it was in the kitchen. It’s a bit late she wakes up and the sun already arose. She embraces Geart from his back and whisper
“honey, why don’t u wake me up and let me prepare for you?”
Geart turns his body and give her a morning kiss. That is a better kiss she can feel with the sun ray from the windows towards her face. Geart pulls a dining chair and hold her shoulder,
“honey, just sit properly here and I will prepare for you today”,
“mmmm….” She stands and hug him again tightly “you are so nice…”

Love u.

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'Neath velvet cloth of night and shadows,
my heart confessed its thoughts to the wind.
I could feel your smile from a distance
with the touch of your closeness profound.

The sun reached behind a fading sky,
so the moon could take its proper place.
Day to darkness, brightened by the stars,
leaving upon the blue waters
a shimmering portrait of your face.

You, with all your savoring sweetness,
tenderly pierced the walls of my soul
as you wove a new tapestry with
the golden threads of your hope and love.

Yesterday you offered me courage,
today you endowed me with your strength.
Every moment together, a gift.
Every day a celebration of life.

How lovely the music of your heart.
You are the air I breathe, sound I hear
and the spirit that gently moves me.
I don't wish for the moon, I have the stars.

- Orania Hamilton -

Geart Training May 09