Reading theses have really helped me just smile, it is also helping me let go and move forward. Thank you so much and I am happy there are people like you in this world bring out the beauty in the world, thank you again. I may have not seen all the troubles in the world, but I have seen enough to know that this could and should help everyone, in one way or another.
Poems are the most romantic things the world has saw since its birth! Well, we cannot be sure that this very fact is close to the reality, but it can be proven by the majority of the women who are happy in relationships or even in marriage already. There is a simple detail in poems: with those rhymes and rhythms they touch even the moodiest and saddest souls, making them opened, affected, and overjoyed. Try to wake up your woman with a poem and imagine her gladsome smile.
It is too important to start a day with the best possible mood. How can you do this on your own, our beloved ladies? We definitely should help you by sending you some similar phrases that will remind you that you are loved, adored and respected. Your men remember about you even when they go to work to their angry bosses; when they walk home to the parents after a night with you; when they just go to a shop for a milk for your breakfast.
“When you find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stand in front of you when other’s cast stones, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who will hold your hand when your sick, who thinks your pretty without makeup, the one who turns to his friends and say, ‘that’s her’, the one that would bear your rejection because losing you means losing his will to live, who kisses you when you screw up, watches the stars and names one for you and will hold and rock that baby for hours so you can sleep…..you marry him all over again.”
“I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.”
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. Henri Nouwen