<?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-23617208</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:02:30.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185533449821252288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://www.jroy.net/funpages/lsandy_small.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23617208.post-114722704856428546</id><published>2006-05-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:15:16.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All below  Poetry</title><content type='html'>All the Poetry below was done in the past your song was done in the 90's the rest 2000 and 2001 and 2002 new stuff will be added soon most recent are thoughts for songs and such&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23617208-114722704856428546?l=thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/feeds/114722704856428546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23617208&amp;postID=114722704856428546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114722704856428546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114722704856428546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-below-poetry.html' title='All below  Poetry'/><author><name>L&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185533449821252288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://www.jroy.net/funpages/lsandy_small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23617208.post-114718161016833617</id><published>2006-05-09T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:15:16.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Care!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I care for you because you are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I care because its what I wish to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I care when pain crosses your path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I care when you cry yell and laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you to feel special and not In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I do it because your You Not for personal pleasure and gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;although I get hurt do to caring so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will not change and live as society will show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People say I have problems  feeling  pain others go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; caring so is not normal  I guess this is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if the world would care more Just not judge one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; instead of anger just hug treating all Like sister or brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as a tear trickles down my face with this thought&lt;br /&gt;if the world would just care no war  need fought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as a tear tickle down my face as so many do,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be like society I will always have a hug for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why care well its simply this&lt;br /&gt;Without care we as a world  simply wouldn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;                        &lt;em&gt; Lisa Jo&lt;/em&gt;&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/23617208-114718161016833617?l=thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/feeds/114718161016833617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23617208&amp;postID=114718161016833617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114718161016833617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114718161016833617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-care.html' title='Why Care!'/><author><name>L&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185533449821252288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://www.jroy.net/funpages/lsandy_small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23617208.post-114718064395364407</id><published>2006-05-09T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:15:16.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This songs for You</title><content type='html'>As I listen to all my songs&lt;br /&gt;My life seeming so very very long&lt;br /&gt;                  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for songs to be so true&lt;br /&gt;     The love I want to find with you&lt;br /&gt;                 *  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind person I know you really are&lt;br /&gt;    The one who sparkles like a star&lt;br /&gt;                 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I know that needs much love and care&lt;br /&gt;      The soft touch and gentle stare&lt;br /&gt;                 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold you tight  and  and be so soft&lt;br /&gt;     To cuddle and caress as you drift off&lt;br /&gt;                *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you cry and shake if in need&lt;br /&gt;    But laugh and play  and plant a new seed&lt;br /&gt;                *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish for songs to be so true&lt;br /&gt;    The love I want to find with you&lt;br /&gt;                *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you is me the me  inside&lt;br /&gt; The one that deeply wants to hide&lt;br /&gt;                *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need the care only yourself can give&lt;br /&gt;  This kind of love can help you live&lt;br /&gt;                *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes these songs I listen to are songs of you and only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I may expand to anther but for today there can be know other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Lisa Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23617208-114718064395364407?l=thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/feeds/114718064395364407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23617208&amp;postID=114718064395364407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114718064395364407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114718064395364407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-songs-for-you.html' title='This songs for You'/><author><name>L&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185533449821252288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://www.jroy.net/funpages/lsandy_small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23617208.post-114718012548131331</id><published>2006-05-09T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:15:16.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend is my Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;An angel there to guide you a guardian from above&lt;br /&gt;there for your hopes and dreams  guiding&lt;br /&gt;you  with so much precious  love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But the truest of all angels are ones  around me every day&lt;br /&gt;the ones who listen to my happiness&lt;br /&gt;and help wash my tears away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the one' s who's hearts are open the ones that hear every hope and dream,&lt;br /&gt;not judging yet understanding not  harmful yet   healing my self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;_________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the truest angels I speak of are around me everyday.. by phone, writing&lt;br /&gt;or in my arms they are my friends  they are true at heart and want to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;_________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The truest of all angels don't come just from above.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there around&lt;br /&gt;us to treasure always  a special friendship filling me full of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my friendships mean so much to me just as angels up above .&lt;br /&gt;if I had no true friends I would have never known the meaning of true Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope and pray, to be an angel in someone's hearteach and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; _________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I am not an angel from above just someone who cares a lot.&lt;br /&gt;wanting everyone to remember angels on earth our true friends&lt;br /&gt;who's care and love is not to be forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want all my friends to know what they have done for me,&lt;br /&gt;allowing me as a person to be free and happy to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;                                                    &lt;em&gt;Lisa Jo&lt;/em&gt;&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/23617208-114718012548131331?l=thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/feeds/114718012548131331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23617208&amp;postID=114718012548131331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114718012548131331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114718012548131331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/2006/05/friend-is-my-angel.html' title='A friend is my Angel'/><author><name>L&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185533449821252288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://www.jroy.net/funpages/lsandy_small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23617208.post-114717846237116112</id><published>2006-05-09T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:15:16.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory of one I love (Mom)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can not have life without death .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot have happiness without pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been said to me in more words than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grief hides around the corner, so sneaky, so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes in the smells of our favorite meals as I pass homes at dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes as a voice  calling my name in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief is so cunning, so smooth, I never know when were or how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In a distance I see you walking in the sweater I bought you one Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, so excited, speed up and want to catch up to you with my arms open wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment, as I draw closer, I remember it could not be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you died  a few years ago, grief still sneaks up on me out of the blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I get very sad, celebrations still hard and nights sometimes long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things that soothe are the thoughts of a place were you may now stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were no pain or sadness resides for you, and you are healthy, fit, and strong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you understand me now, and also know I am happy and will be married soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I  hate looking down at grass and the stone etched with few words, as I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my wedding news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, now I look up. Hey a bird, and trees, and a sky today of such a beautiful blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go home, or walk in the woods, a much better place to think and share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grief doesn’t have to be awful  its just there  and will have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say it’s a process we all go through, I do have to say I really miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                            &lt;em&gt;  Lisa Jo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23617208-114717846237116112?l=thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/feeds/114717846237116112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23617208&amp;postID=114717846237116112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114717846237116112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23617208/posts/default/114717846237116112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelogbookbylj.blogspot.com/2006/05/memory-of-one-i-love-mom.html' title='Memory of one I love (Mom)'/><author><name>L&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08185533449821252288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://www.jroy.net/funpages/lsandy_small.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23617208.post-114717766733806572</id><published>2006-05-09T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:15:16.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When the time ticks on, oh so slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I await your arrival home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From work, a friends, or the store down the street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;___________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I worry over your being sick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed, when late coming home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or of just your silence that may drag for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we argue over silly things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet still hurting the others feelings, or when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can just see the sadness or fear in the other's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;_____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When love hurts the most is when I can’t hold you tight enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or climb inside of you, feeling every bit of your warmth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when a lifetime or forever doesn’t seem long enough to spend with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;_____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I sometimes hate so much when love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will always keep us so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this because when it hurts I know I am feeling so much for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wish to hold on forever and never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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