anya
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SUZIE IBRAHIM
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Comments (7)
floxy4u2nv
u re sweet
9 Sep 08, 12:58 PM, Africa/Lagos
u luk wonderful and gorgeous,u re simply beautiful.Keep the good THINGS moving,luv u
akinyele
hi
11 Aug 08, 04:35 AM, Africa/Lagos
hello how is ur weekend u dont wt to send me ur number ,ok
akinyele
sweet
5 Aug 08, 01:42 AM, Africa/Lagos
how was your day hope all is fine,your love is my dream,To dream a dream is to awaken your inner self. Your wants, your desires, your passions are given life."Is all that we see or seem, but a dream within a dream?Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you only have one life to live and one chance to do all the things you want to do.All that I am, all that I see, all that I dream and do are brighter, more beautiful and meaningful, because of my feelings for you."I just close my eyes because I might see your face. I just close my mouth because I might hear your voice. I just close my ears because I might hear of you, but I could not close my heart because I love you.plsssssssssss send me ur number
akinyele
u re
31 Jul 08, 06:26 PM, Africa/Lagos
While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
Then I may cherish at my breast
An infant's form beloved and fair,
May smile and soothe it into rest
With all a Mother's fondest care.
How sweet to feel its helpless form
Depending thus on me alone!
And while I hold it safe and warm
What bliss to think it is my own!
And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of love to see,
To feel my hand so kindly prest,
To know myself beloved at last,
To think my heart has found a rest,
My life of solitude is past!
But then to wake and find it flown,
The dream of happiness destroyed,
To find myself unloved, alone,
What tongue can speak the dreary void?
A heart whence warm affections flow,
Creator, thou hast given to me,
And am I only thus to know
How sweet the joys of love would be?
akinyele
cool
31 Jul 08, 05:52 PM, Africa/Lagos
thanks for the message,i dont knowwhenu ll be online if u dont mnd i ll love to callu so that i ll no whenu re online,ok
akinyele
waooooooooooooo,you re ry African lady
31 Jul 08, 05:26 AM, Africa/Lagos
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth
and breadth
and height
My soul can reach,
when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of being and ideal Grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need,
by sun and candlelight
I love thee freely,
as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely,
as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion
put to use in my old griefs,
and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,
-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee
better after death.my name is AKINYELE CLINTON.I LL LOVE TO CALL U.
