<?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-3481987987092998268</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:33:01.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-5664628380796621811</id><published>2010-07-21T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:11:51.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quote...</title><content type='html'>He controls her like a child does a new toy, such is his amusement for her, and as a child does he will grow tired of her and leave her behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481987987092998268-5664628380796621811?l=woginc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/5664628380796621811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-quote.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/5664628380796621811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/5664628380796621811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-quote.html' title='Just a Quote...'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-7577998633398277913</id><published>2010-01-28T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:27:14.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dads shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, race issues were about who ran the fastest, the only thing you smoked was the tires on your bike, the only drug you knew of was cough medicine, wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut, the only thing that hurt you was skinned knees, the only things that could be broken were your toys, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And it's crazy because all you ever wanted was to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481987987092998268-7577998633398277913?l=woginc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/7577998633398277913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2010/01/memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/7577998633398277913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/7577998633398277913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2010/01/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-7336942119944588452</id><published>2009-11-25T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:49:24.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamt a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dream with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sweetest dream I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For we were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh we were free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together we lived happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were not sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were not sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always together we were so glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life was great just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gift from heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With lucky old me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then I woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lights turned on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday morning and my dream was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your a gift from up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now sent down with Gods great love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all my love I cannot show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you are taken by a lucky soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His been blessed with Gods great gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I couldn't find a luckier man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Than the one whose blessed with your fair hand.&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/3481987987092998268-7336942119944588452?l=woginc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/7336942119944588452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreamer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/7336942119944588452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/7336942119944588452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreamer.html' title='Dreamer'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-3054247045466369825</id><published>2009-10-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:21:05.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy at the window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He stands outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;face against the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watching the girl he truly loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if only she knew the way he felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he stands there in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he'll stand there in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for her to notice him again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;through time his feelings stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the new sunrise cant wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3481987987092998268-3054247045466369825?l=woginc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/3054247045466369825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/10/boy-at-window.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/3054247045466369825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/3054247045466369825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/10/boy-at-window.html' title='The boy at the window'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-1986975669292103758</id><published>2009-10-12T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:45:24.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those That Have Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of our friends are gone but together we will see a better day and the sun will rise and wash away our pains, for we will know that they are in a better place, and they are watching over us smiling because they are proud of what we are becoming and we are living with them in our hearts and in our minds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;For all those that have been Lost too Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;You are Dearly Missed&lt;/span&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/3481987987092998268-1986975669292103758?l=woginc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/1986975669292103758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-of-our-friends-are-gone-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/1986975669292103758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/1986975669292103758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-of-our-friends-are-gone-but.html' title='For Those That Have Lost'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-4987230008890242996</id><published>2009-10-07T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:08:57.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;The one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;They are the person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;That talks to you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;That you miss after five minutes without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;They are the one where a hug feels like it will never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;They are the one that lies in your arms watching the clouds all day&lt;br /&gt;They're the one that makes you wanna laugh scream and cry at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;They are the one that you can see yourself with wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;That walks with you when you thought only your shadow was left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;That stays even though everyone else has left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;That stands up for you when you back down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;That you can trust with everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;That is always there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;They are the One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&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/3481987987092998268-4987230008890242996?l=woginc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/4987230008890242996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/10/one.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/4987230008890242996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/4987230008890242996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/10/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-7873926900452440790</id><published>2009-09-16T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:57:22.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy in the Shadow</title><content type='html'>They see him in the shadows, hidden corners of the world. But pay him no attention as if they were deterred. Something that's around him, an aura that seems absurd. He sits there in seclusion as the rest of them pass by, the boy in the shadows seperated by night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481987987092998268-7873926900452440790?l=woginc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/7873926900452440790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/09/boy-in-shadow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/7873926900452440790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/7873926900452440790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/09/boy-in-shadow.html' title='The boy in the Shadow'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-6691534821823578160</id><published>2009-09-07T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:26:21.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTtdBRvTKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v7uA7IRdZ6A/s1600-h/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" 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href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/09/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTtdBRvTKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v7uA7IRdZ6A/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-33404399589307095</id><published>2009-09-07T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:28:33.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love???</title><content type='html'>Love isn't about finding someone perfect it's about finding someone with imperfections who you see as perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor vincit omnia = Love conquers everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481987987092998268-33404399589307095?l=woginc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/33404399589307095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/33404399589307095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481987987092998268/posts/default/33404399589307095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love???'/><author><name>† .:ШФĠ !Π¢:. †</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226451877234267034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfByQVb0QKI/SqTag_yQNdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G5wadEN0UfY/S220/Mythos_II_by_artFETISH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481987987092998268.post-7138076520677932317</id><published>2009-09-07T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:54:23.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>I got this feeling in my brain&lt;br /&gt;And its driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;And its back every day &lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Well I think its called love&lt;br /&gt;No not the kind with a glove&lt;br /&gt;But the one full of hugs&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;All I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;All day and every nite&lt;br /&gt;And I’m feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;And I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;You n me through eternity &lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to see&lt;br /&gt;You’re the whole world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;In my gloomy everyday&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never go away&lt;br /&gt;I want you by my side &lt;br /&gt;Stride for stride &lt;br /&gt;Till the day I die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481987987092998268-7138076520677932317?l=woginc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/feeds/7138076520677932317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woginc.blogspot.com/2009/09/true-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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