<?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-4539972175181297111</id><updated>2011-09-26T08:33:38.017-07:00</updated><category term='affection'/><category term='happy rose day'/><category term='valentine story'/><category term='love story'/><category term='rose day'/><category term='true love'/><category term='first love'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='Love'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>LOVE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-4137389100725008773</id><published>2011-08-24T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T11:57:08.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Man is Mortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ife is mortal, remember my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Death is reliable (sure) in this transitory world.&lt;br /&gt;He may be God or ordinary man,&lt;br /&gt;birth and death are two sides of the coin.&lt;br /&gt;Life is valueless if there is no pain,&lt;br /&gt;suffering, anxieties strengthens is gain.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song, always sing with cheer and joy,&lt;br /&gt;play the game enthusiastically with strength of toy.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s dance and play our role with heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Money and energy will perish only fame is eternal.&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/4539972175181297111-4137389100725008773?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4137389100725008773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=4137389100725008773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/4137389100725008773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/4137389100725008773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2011/08/man-is-mortal.html' title='Man is Mortal'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-3097467838094935646</id><published>2011-02-11T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:56:01.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Valentine lived in Rome during the 3rd century. At that time, Rome was ruled by an emperor called Claudius. Valentine didn't like Emperor Claudius, and Valentine wasn't the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TVV2KzLgYFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yKzx3k3WOpo/s400/st-valentine.gif" alt="Valentine's Day" title="Valentine's Day" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572490041850093650" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudius needed to have a big army. He expected men to volunteer to join. Many men just did not want to fight in wars. They did not want to leave their partners and families. As you might have guessed, not many men signed up. This made Claudius furious. So what happened? He had a crazy idea. He thought that if men were not married, they would not mind joining the army. So Claudius decided not to allow any more marriages. Young people thought his new law was cruel. Valentine thought it was preposterous! Valentine certainly wasn't going to support that law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Valentine favourite activities was to marry couples. Even after Emperor Claudius passed his law, Valentine kept on performing marriage ceremonies -- secretly, of course. It was really quite exciting. Imagine a small candlelit room with only the bride and groom and Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Valentine did hear footsteps. It was scary! Valentine was caught. &amp;amp; Valentine was thrown in jail and told that his punishment was death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TVV3EJjay_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6XrH_V6cwXM/s400/valentine-prison.jpg" alt="Valentine's Day" title="Valentine's Day" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572491027108514802" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine tried to stay cheerful. And do you know what? Wonderful things happened. Many young people came to the jail to visit him. They threw flowers and notes up to Valentine window. They wanted him to know that they, too, believed in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these young people was the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to visit Valentine in the cell. She helped Valentine to keep his spirits up. She agreed that I did the right thing by ignoring the Emperor and going ahead with the secret marriages. On the day Valentine was to die, Valentine left his friend a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. "Love from your Valentine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4539972175181297111-3097467838094935646?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3097467838094935646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=3097467838094935646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/3097467838094935646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/3097467838094935646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TVV2KzLgYFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yKzx3k3WOpo/s72-c/st-valentine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-691330814670143327</id><published>2011-02-06T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:40:55.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy rose day'/><title type='text'>HAPPY ROSE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TU-g6ZKjRzI/AAAAAAAAAII/beiVmd70Qeg/s400/rose.jpg" alt="ROSE DAY" happy="" rose="" day="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570848189128591154" border="0" /&gt;                                                                                         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is looks beautiful but there is always pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4539972175181297111-691330814670143327?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/691330814670143327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=691330814670143327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/691330814670143327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/691330814670143327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-rose-day.html' title='HAPPY ROSE DAY'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TU-g6ZKjRzI/AAAAAAAAAII/beiVmd70Qeg/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-4859632315385456366</id><published>2010-12-28T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:26:05.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Loved You The First Moment I Saw You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TRmsKELpS8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lzEJgxST4Bg/s400/303158.gif" alt="love" title="I Love You" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555660904259472322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539972175181297111-4859632315385456366?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4859632315385456366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=4859632315385456366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/4859632315385456366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/4859632315385456366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-loved-you-first-moment-i-saw-you.html' title='I Loved You The First Moment I Saw You'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TRmsKELpS8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lzEJgxST4Bg/s72-c/303158.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-7974413154110423359</id><published>2010-06-11T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:05:11.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>From My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ay mere Jaan  Kabhi Ziker  Judai Na Karna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mere Bharose Ko Ruswa Na Karna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dil Main Tere Aur  Koi  Bas Jaye Tu Bol Dena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mere Dil Main ReheKar Bewafai Na Karna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TBIzx7p5__I/AAAAAAAAAHg/sijUrnXccgA/s400/broken-heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481500629383380978" border="0" /&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/4539972175181297111-7974413154110423359?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7974413154110423359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=7974413154110423359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/7974413154110423359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/7974413154110423359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-my-heart.html' title='From My Heart'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TBIzx7p5__I/AAAAAAAAAHg/sijUrnXccgA/s72-c/broken-heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-2067389746589290172</id><published>2010-06-05T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:19:47.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Remembering love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;One  day I  got  a phone call  and  received the call, a sweet voice came from  phone and said  some one is there  I said yes . then I  gave the  phone to my roommate she was my  roommate's friend. After  one day  she called  again to my phone she talk with me. Ask something about me  and me also asked  something about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 530px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TApLwEsH-7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/TLa38hgHevE/s400/RememberingStory.jpg" alt="love" title="love" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479275185914248114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Gradually  I like her  very much and she also like me and  we talk each other more and more time . One day  she said me ( “If  U love me then I am  in your  heart.  If  u hate me I am in your  mind” where?) I said  U r  in my heart , then she said me   to say I love  U  and I said I love U. That day is a memorable day for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;One day we decided to meet each other .   And  we  met each other  first time after 2 month of &lt;a href="http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/"&gt; love&lt;/a&gt;. And  we talk each other every  time by phone. After some days she change the college  and she  get started  study in  which college  I was studying  also near  to my house  but  I was staying  so far away from my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After  some  days I felt  her love is not true and she is not love me as much as I love  her.  step by step I came to know everything about her  and she just using me.  She never love me and only used me, it broke my heart but she never understood. But I love her ............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539972175181297111-2067389746589290172?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2067389746589290172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=2067389746589290172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/2067389746589290172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/2067389746589290172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2010/06/remembering-love-story.html' title='A Remembering love story'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TApLwEsH-7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/TLa38hgHevE/s72-c/RememberingStory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-7979042098700064839</id><published>2010-05-30T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:42:38.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Unspoken Love Never Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There was a boy and a girl . They were in love. They had plans to spend the rest of their lives together. But after some days unexpectedly the boy changed the plan only for check the Love.   They spent every moment by phone the only time they were a part is when he had to work or she was in class. Their love for each other was unstoppable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TAK-ucbngbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GLCVFDWxmcU/s400/Love.gif" alt="love" title="love" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477149801951232434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TAK9kAQJ6WI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dLZ8t-xWTXs/s1600/Love.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Every day on morning he open her eye's and saw her beautiful face. They were so happy together. But  finally he found the true meaning of love.    The boy realise that  she  is just cheating  with him and just playing  with his  emotion.   And  she has  more than 10  boy  friend.  Its something that is unspoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Finally I would like to say that don’t believe on  love .  And  also don’t believe to girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539972175181297111-7979042098700064839?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7979042098700064839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=7979042098700064839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/7979042098700064839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/7979042098700064839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2010/05/unspoken-love-never-ends.html' title='Unspoken Love Never Ends'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/TAK-ucbngbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GLCVFDWxmcU/s72-c/Love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-5607641461106136170</id><published>2010-02-06T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:22:53.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is A Work Of Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/S22Hsl9LVlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bUiMYBymEak/s1600-h/95400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/S22Hsl9LVlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bUiMYBymEak/s400/95400.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435149525478757970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you love someone really, you don't see  for mistakes, you don't look for respond, you don't look for faults. Instead, you fight the mistakes;  you admit the faults and overlook the excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539972175181297111-5607641461106136170?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5607641461106136170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=5607641461106136170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/5607641461106136170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/5607641461106136170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-work-of-heart_06.html' title='Love Is A Work Of Heart'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/S22Hsl9LVlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bUiMYBymEak/s72-c/95400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-4642364657168325247</id><published>2010-02-01T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:58:49.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/S2cC5CQR7wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/icOXGZcwYsE/s400/by-oriza-quote-2-may-the-love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433314654326746882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love is not a judgment, it's a feeling. If we could choose  who to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                     then, life would be much simpler, but then less miraculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539972175181297111-4642364657168325247?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4642364657168325247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=4642364657168325247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/4642364657168325247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/4642364657168325247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-sweet-it-is-to-be-loved-by-you.html' title='How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/S2cC5CQR7wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/icOXGZcwYsE/s72-c/by-oriza-quote-2-may-the-love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-8767624092744916751</id><published>2010-01-31T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:43:19.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Fill Our Days With Hugs And Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/S2WEX_XEHNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RSq2wDcJ000/s1600-h/love08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/S2WEX_XEHNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RSq2wDcJ000/s400/love08.gif" alt="" title="LOVE" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432894073172401362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your  cute love has  became  my life fully around, I feel  like I am walking but  my feet don’t  appear  to touch the  ground..!!&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/4539972175181297111-8767624092744916751?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8767624092744916751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=8767624092744916751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/8767624092744916751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/8767624092744916751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-fill-our-days-with-hugs-and-kisses.html' title='You Fill Our Days With Hugs And Kisses'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/S2WEX_XEHNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RSq2wDcJ000/s72-c/love08.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539972175181297111.post-3223759424885926728</id><published>2008-07-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T04:55:46.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love  Is   Spiritual Feeling Of  Hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/SoPLyiMujQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sO0TZIdVUGk/s400/MarmeeCraft+Banner+2222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369359249789848834" border="0" /&gt;               &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove is a constant battle between the heart and the mind;&lt;br /&gt;True Love is win when  they agree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/SoPLyiMujQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sO0TZIdVUGk/s1600-h/MarmeeCraft+Banner+2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/SHtZQRhLTII/AAAAAAAAAAM/KJtzUaoVvBs/s1600-h/adc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 172px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/SHtZQRhLTII/AAAAAAAAAAM/KJtzUaoVvBs/s320/adc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222866328981556354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love is one of the most hard questions for the humans. years have passed by, relationships have bloomed and so has love. But no one can give the proper explanation of love. To some Love is friendship set on fire for others Maybe love is like fortune. You have to go all the way to get it. No matter how you classify it or feel it, love is the everlasting truth in the history of world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is tolerant, love is compassion. It has no jealousy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoice over the evilness &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and is the truth accuaracy. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive facet of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Love can take place between two or more persons. It bonds them and relates them in a combined link of trust, closeness and mutuality. It raises the relationship and comfort the soul. Love should be experienced and not just felt. The depth of love can not be calculated. Look at the relationship between a mother and a child. The mother loves the child absolutely and it can not be calculated at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;love can be of dissimilar variety. Romantic love is a deep, forceful and everlasting. It shared on a very close and interpersonal relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The term nonphysical love, familial love and spiritual love are also matter of big affection.The sense of love will alter with each singular relationship and depends extra on its thought of depth, versatility, or complexity. But at times the very survival of love is queried. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some body say it is false and worthless. It speaks that it never exist, because there has been many instance of hatred and brutality in relations. The history of our globe has witness lots of such events. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There has been hatred among brothers, parents or children, sibling rivalry and partners have failed each other. Friends have cheated each other; the son has killed his parents for the throne, the count is never-ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/SR2jG_AvTaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VL30zUg0O3g/s1600-h/bd.gif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Auroin1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Auroin1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539972175181297111-3223759424885926728?l=lovesmaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.promotinggroup.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3223759424885926728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4539972175181297111&amp;postID=3223759424885926728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/3223759424885926728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4539972175181297111/posts/default/3223759424885926728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesmaking.blogspot.com/2008/07/submission-guidelines.html' title='Love  Is   Spiritual Feeling Of  Hearts.'/><author><name>PRATAP KUMAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429354201614114351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/Sup0DOZwY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kwpA7VdZBBI/S220/pko.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNAKLZFzPmw/SoPLyiMujQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sO0TZIdVUGk/s72-c/MarmeeCraft+Banner+2222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
