Würzige Valentine
Tue, 01/12/2010 - 05:13 — Valentine Rose Amore"Johnnie [Kumar, ein indisches Restaurant Chef in Glasgow East End], 38, wollte die [Schokolade Start] Curry für Nacht Valentine's - aber hat es Stammgäste zu starten Anordnung, die den Winter-Blues zu vertreiben. Er sagte:" Wer auf einem hot date werden die Vorteile spüren sofort! "von Mike Merrit, Sunday Mail on Daily Record
Dies ist möglicherweise, was ich immer werden von my Valentine werden, wie jeder, der ihn kennt weiß. Aber Liebling, ich würde am liebsten Blumen für Valentinstag. Roses. Oder Tulpen. Oder Nelken. Meine Liebe ist wie ein roter, rote Rose ....
Nicht Eine Nacht in Bangkok - Valentinstag in New York
Tue, 01/12/2010 - 05:04 — Valentine Rose AmoreNew York, NY - Taj Hotels & Schlösser lädt Elite Reisende Ihre Valentine The Pierre in New York für zwei Nächte inklusive Feier: Suite Unterkunft, Abendessen für zwei Personen im Le Caprice nehmen (ohne Alkohol); Surprise Konfektionsartikel von der Pierre's Konditor, geliefert in-room; Flasche Champagner und Frühstück im Bett.
Das einzige, was sie vergessen wurden die valentines Rosen. What a treat! Und, meine Damen und Herren - so ist es fertig ist. Ich versuche zu entscheiden, ob ich noch hatte Rosen bevorzugen ...
Valentinstag Hochzeit
Tue, 01/12/2010 - 04:56 — Valentine Rose AmoreEin Insider sagte der Zeitung Daily Star: "Robbie [Williams] will nicht zu einem langen, langwierigen Engagement haben. Wenn er etwas in den Kopf, gibt es kein Halten ihn. Er bat alle seine Freunde und Familie zu halten die ganze Woche frei im Vorfeld der 14. Februar, so dass sie eine Woche lang Feier vor Valentinstag. "~ BANG Showbiz, TIMES Live
Wenn Sie mich per E-Mail, ich schicke jede Dame Ihrer persönlichen Box von Geweben. Diese verrückte Junggeselle ist aus dem Markt. Die Frage ist ... was für Blumen wird sie tragen? Werden sie die perfekte Valentinstag Rosen?
Oper und Ballett für Soldaten auf Valentine's Day
Tue, 01/12/2010 - 04:47 — Valentine Rose Amore"Schauspielerin Joanna Lumley gestern angekündigt, ein Valentinstag Behandlung von Oper und Ballett ausschließlich auf Tickets für die Truppen gewidmet ... Ein Abend Leistung folgt mit Auszügen aus La bohème und Tales of Beatrix Potter getanzt von The Royal Ballet.
Die Tickets werden an ticketsfortroops.org.uk verfügbar "~ David Willetts, The Sun
Was für ein schöner Weg, um Liebe zu den Menschen, die ihr Leben zu schützen und zu dienen, geben zu feiern!
Every Time I Kiss You
Sun, 01/10/2010 - 14:37 — CupidEvery time I kiss you
After a long separation
I feel
I am putting a hurried love letter
In a red mailbox.
Dialogue
Sun, 01/10/2010 - 14:36 — CupidDo not say my love was
A ring or a bracelet.
My love is a siege,
Is the daring and headstrong.
Who, searching sail out to their death.
Do not say my love was
A moon.
My love is a burst of sparks.
A Brief Love Letter
Sun, 01/10/2010 - 14:34 — CupidMy darling, I have much to say
Where o precious one shall I begin ?
All that is in you is princely
O you who makes of my words through their meaning
Cocoons of silk
These are my songs and this is me
This short book contains us
Tomorrow when I return its pages
A lamp will lament
A bed will sing
Its letters from longing will turn green
Its commas be on the verge of flight
Do not say: why did this youth
Speak of me to the winding road and the stream
The almond tree and the tulip
So that the world escorts me wherever I go ?
Why did he sing these songs ?
Now there is no star
That is not perfumed with my fragrance
Tomorrow people will see me in his verse
A mouth the taste of wine, close-cropped hair
Ignore what people say
You will be great only through my great love
What would the world have been if we had not been
If your eyes had not been, what would the world have been?
Love Disarmed
Sun, 01/10/2010 - 10:41 — CupidBeneath a Myrtle's verdant Shade
As Cloe half asleep was laid,
Cupid perch'd lightly on Her Breast,
And in That Heav'n desir'd to rest:
Over her Paps his Wings He spread:
Between He found a downy Bed,
And nestl'd in His little Head.
Still lay the god: The Nymph surpriz'd,
Yet Mistress of her self, devis'd,
How She the Vagrant might inthral,
And Captive Him, who Captives All.
Her Boddice half way She unlac'd:
About his Arms She slily cast
The silken Bond, and held Him fast.
The god awak'd; and thrice in vain
He strove to break the cruel Chain;
And thrice in vain He shook his Wing,
Incumber'd in the silken String.
Flutt'ring the god, and weeping said,
Pity poor Cupid, generous Maid,
Who happen'd, being Blind, to stray,
And on thy Bosom lost his Way:
Who stray'd, alas! but knew too well,
He never There must hope to dwell.
Set an unhappy Pris'ner free,
Who ne'er intended Harm to Thee.
To Me pertains not, She replies,
To know or care where Cupid flies;
What are his Haunts, or which his Way;
Where He would dwell, or whither stray:
Yet will I never set Thee free:
For Harm was meant, and Harm to Me.
Vain Fears that vex thy Virgin Heart!
Cupid's Promise (Paraphrased)
Sun, 01/10/2010 - 10:37 — CupidSoft Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, moved with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And uttered thus his fond desire.
Oh! raise thy voice, one song I ask,
Touch then th' harmonious string;
To Thyrsis easy is the task,
Who can so sweetly play and sing.
Two kisses from my mother dear,
Thyrsis, thy due reward shall be;
None, none like Beauty's queen is fair;
Paris has vouch'd this truth for me.
I straight reply'd, thou know'st alone,
That brightest Cloe rules my breast,
I'll sing thee two instead of one
If thou'lt be kind and make me blest.
One kiss from Cloe's lips, no more
I crave. He promised me success;
I play'd with all my skill and power,
My glowing passion to express.
But, oh! my Cloe, beauteous maid,
Wilt thou the wish'd reward bestow?
Wilt thou make good what Love has said,
And by thy grant his power show?
Cupid Turned Stroller - From Anacreon
Sun, 01/10/2010 - 10:36 — CupidAt dead of night, when stars appear,
And strong Bootes turns the Bear,
When mortals sleep their cares away,
Fatigued with labours of the day,
Cupid was knocking at my gate;
Who's there, says I? who knocks so late,
Disturbs my dreams, and breaks my rest?
O fear not me, a harmless guest,
He said; but open, open pray;
A foolish child, I've lost my way,
And wander here this moonlight night,
All wet and cold, and wanting light.
With due regard his voice I heard,
Then rose, a ready lamp prepared,
And saw a naked boy below,
With wings, a quiver, and a bow:
In haste I ran, unlock'd my gate,
Secure and thoughtless of my fate;
I set the child an easy chair
Against the fire, and dried his hair;
Brought friendly cups of cheerful wine,
And warm'd his little hands with mine.
All this did I with kind intent;
Said, dearest Friend, this bow ye see,
This pretty bow, belongs to me:
Observe, I pray, if all be right,
I fear the rain has spoil'd it quite:
He drew it then, and straight I found
Within my breast a secret wound.
'Tis done, the rogue no longer staid,
But leapt away, and laughing said,
Kind host adieu, we now must part,
Safe is my bow, but sick thy heart.
