Description of Love by Rumi. A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;. No sickness is there like sickness of heart. A lover may hanker after this love or that love,. But at the last he is drawn to the KING of love. But love unexplained is clearer.

Practical Tips On Getting The Love and Respect You Deserve. 160; All of us want to be loved, to have that warm fuzzy wonderful feeling when you know you love someone .

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This is how you will let me in. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. This is how you will let me in. This is how you will let me in. You will show me all your scars, those that still hurt you the most. I will dive to find what you buried deep and accept. That you decided to be incomplete, a million tears ago. This story is not new.

Highlighting Inspiring Women Around the World. This is a guest post about Team Bossy Girls, a great female-empowered organization that I first heard about from Lydia Oyetunji. Take it away! Presented by the Mom-e Club.

I promise I have not forgotten about my blog. I have been soo busy this week! Let me tell you a little bit about it. Well on Monday night I was in the Spring concert at school.

At that time, Asa, a king who led the Nation of Judah wanted to make reformation. Before he did, he visited by Azarya the son of Oded who apparently was given a special mandate directly from God to the king Asa. But you, be strong and do not lose courage, for there is reward for your work. My beloved readers, we all.

In the realm of my dream,. Curious, I followed on,. I found myself in a cave,. And in its midst,. It was pure soul! A soft humming,. With a hint of drumming. It had its highs and the lows. Yet was tireless and constant. What could it be? I just had to explore! With each step to the core,. The gentleness was no more! Strange , I said. There, in front of me,. Was the source of my mystery.

I watched as the curtain rose and fell in a lyrical movement with the wind. The scent of dry sand and water carresed my nose as I shut my eyes to the knowledge of the coming rain my heart was opened to. It reminds me of hope. That a once hot and scorching day could be once more cooled. It reminds me of healing! So steadily it falls.