Lyrics | Diana Ross Lyrics | When You Tell Me That You Love Me Lyrics

Lyrics | Paul Anka lyrics – You Are My Destiny lyrics

By Evelyn Wander

I was the tender age of sixteen and my husband was only seventeen when we were married in 1966 in Welch, West Virginia. There weren’t many jobs available in our small town. We had been married only two months when my husband found out that Trailways Bus Lines was taking applications for various positions.
My husband drove one hundred miles to Roanoke, Virginia, to apply for a job with the bus company. They contacted him the next week to come back to take a test that was one of the requirements for being hired. So once again, he drove the one hundred miles to take the test. A few weeks later, he was notified that he had been accepted to a position as an apprentice mechanic. This offer was a great opportunity for us, but I was heartbroken when I found out that the job was in Roanoke and that we would have to move. We knew no one who lived there. It was very hard for me to move so far from my family and friends at such a young age. We found a small furnished apartment, and I was lucky to find a job as a sales clerk at Woolworth’s during the day, but my husband was scheduled to work from midnight to 8 a.m. So as he came home from work each morning, I was getting ready to leave to go to work.
Naturally, we had very little money, so when Valentine’s Day came around that first year, I knew we couldn’t afford to buy anything for each other. I felt so bad that I wouldn’t be able to buy him a present – not even a card.
After he left to go to work the night before Valentine’s Day, I couldn’t sleep. So I decided to stay up and make a Valentine’s Day card for him. I didn’t have any construction paper, so I had to use regular notebook paper. I worked so hard to compose a poem for him. I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t seem to put it on paper. It took me most of the night, and by the time he came home the next morning it was done!
I had made a valentine for my valentine. I felt foolish and childish as I handed him my homemade valentine, hoping that he wouldn’t laugh at it. I held my breath and watched as he opened it and started reading it. On the front of the simple piece of paper, I had written the following:

We may not have a lot of money
To buy a card that’s cute and funny.
But what we have can take the place
Of a paper heart with fancy lace.
We have each other, and that’s the best,
Now open the card and read the rest.

On the inside, I had colored a large red heart and written “I Love You.” I stood waiting and watching, afraid that he would start laughing at any moment. When he had finished reading it, he slowly raised his head and looked at me. Then the corners of his mouth started moving up! But all he did was smile tenderly.
While looking into my eyes, he reached down into his pocket. When he pulled his hand out, he was holding something. He told me that he had made it for me during his lunch hour, but he had been afraid to give it to me. He said that he thought I might think it was silly, and that I might laugh at it.
I took his hand in mine and turned it over. As I looked down, he slowly opened his fingers, and I saw a small heart made out of aluminum. While I had stayed up all night making him a valentine card, he had been cutting out a heart for me from a piece of aluminum. He said the guys he worked with had laughed at him for making the heart, and he’d been worried about giving it to me.
I still have the aluminum heart, and I keep it in my desk. Every once in a while when I open the drawer and see it lying there, all those memories come flooding back to me. Over the years, we’ve been able to buy each other very nice, expensive presents for Valentine’s Day. But none has ever been as dear or meant as much as those handmade gifts made from our hearts the first year that we were married.

By James A. Kisner

Red roses were her favorites – her name was also Rose -
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine,” like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow with every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, “He ordered roses in advance before this day.”
Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase,
Then sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair,
While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there.

A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate,
With loneliness and solitude that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock,
Then went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

“I know your husband passed away more than a year ago,”
The owner said. “I knew you’d call, and you would want to know,
The flowers you received today were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.

“There is a standing order that I have on file down here,
And he has paid well in advance; you’ll get them every year.
There also is another thing that I think you should know:
He wrote a special little card . . . he did this years ago.

“Then, should ever I find out that he’s no longer here,
That’s the card that should be sent to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard,
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote. . . .
“Hello, my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone,
I hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.

“I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real,
For if it were the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say. You were the perfect wife.

“You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.

“When you get these roses, think of all the happiness
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you, and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.

“Please try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop
When your door’s not answered when the florist stops to knock.

“He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt
To take the roses to the place where I’ve instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again.”

[Vietnamese version]

Love Actually

Những ai đã xem phim Love Actually chắc đều nhớ khoảnh khắc bài hát này trỗi lên (00:17:50)

Song lyrics | Puppy Love lyrics

Được tung ra đúng vào dịp Giáng sinh, “Yêu thực sự” là một chiếc bánh Noel đa dạng dành cho nhiều người với nhiều thị hiếu sở thích khác nhau. Bộ phim được tạo nên từ tám câu chuyện lãng mạn và thú vị, được lồng ghép với nhau, tạo nên một bức tranh tuyệt đẹp.

Mối tình của một tân Thủ tướng nước Anh (Hugh Grant) phải lòng một cô gái pha trà tầm thường (Martine McCutcheon), hay tình yêu của một nhà văn đến từ miền Nam nước Pháp xa xôi mong hàn gắn lại mối tình đã tan vỡ nhưng lại rơi vào một mối tình khác bên bờ hồ lãng mạn.

Từ một phụ nữ (Emma Thompson) nghi ngờ chồng mình bỏ trốn đến một cô dâu mới cưới (Keira Knightley) có chút hiểu lầm với bạn thân của chồng mình. Từ một cậu học sinh cố gắng gây ấn tượng với một cô bé nổi tiếng xinh đẹp và kiêu kỳ ở trường tới một ông bố dượng góa vợ (Liam Neeson) cố gắng nối lại quan hệ với con trai. Từ một người quản lý thất tình (Laura Linney) cân nhắc về việc thổ lộ tình cảm với một người cùng làm đến chuyện về ngôi sao hết thời (Bill Nighy) mong muốn có một sự trở lại thành công. Chính tình yêu là nguyên nhân gây ra mọi sự rắc rối vừa đáng yêu vừa đáng ghét trong các câu chuyện này.

Tuy có đến tám câu chuyện được đan chéo với nhau, nhưng cũng không vì thế mà mạch phim bị xáo trộn, dù từng cuộc tình lại mang một màu sắc khác nhau, rất riêng biệt. Bộ phim đã không ngại động chạm đến chính trị với mối tình lãng mạn của Thủ tướng Anh và một phụ nữ quá tầm thường. Trong phim còn có sự xuất hiện của cựu tổng thống Mỹ Bill Clinton do Billy Bob Thornton đảm nhiệm. Trong phim cũng có sự xuất hiện của Mr. Bean – Rowan Atkinson, chàng điệp viên ngớ ngẩn dạo nọ nay chỉ đóng góp vào một vai nhỏ, nhưng mang lại những nụ cười nhẹ nhàng cho khán giả.

Có nhiều ý kiến cho rằng, chúng ta đang sống trong một thế giới đầy lòng hận thù và những thói xấu, nhưng Love Actually lại là minh chứng cho điều ngược lại, trên thế giới này nơi đâu cũng tràn ngập tình yêu.

(Nội dung giới thiệu từ mtvfilm.net)

Xem online tại đây.

Link download bản m-HD (1.5G):

http://rapidshare.com/files/171491942/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part01.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171506806/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part02.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171522710/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part03.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171679623/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part04.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171687913/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part05.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171693920/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part06.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171705207/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part07.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171712215/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part08.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171719915/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part09.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171727790/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part10.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171736707/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part11.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171819333/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part12.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171830000/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part13.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171841035/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part14.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171851712/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part15.rar

http://rapidshare.com/files/171856417/Lo_ve_Actual_ly_2003__bluray_rip_mkv_tek3D.part16.rar

Mirror @ mediafire.com (many thanks to “leech team” @ vOz):

http://www.mediafire.com/?2il4mycykei

http://www.mediafire.com/?4tbvowx2rw2

http://www.mediafire.com/?lcyob0ovbmz

http://www.mediafire.com/?mnssmng2jgm

http://www.mediafire.com/?momung1k54y

http://www.mediafire.com/?dc1gzgpepdv

http://www.mediafire.com/?ywutiz1dbme

http://www.mediafire.com/?ljhyhxlvrzu

http://www.mediafire.com/?y0egx0yukwj

http://www.mediafire.com/?dyvmwnsyute

http://www.mediafire.com/?bdx8sw2ywcv

http://www.mediafire.com/?zgeadmwlkwl

http://www.mediafire.com/?ztt0awjezkm

http://www.mediafire.com/?fmzmgvyylml

http://www.mediafire.com/?lj2ymyolpdk

http://www.mediafire.com/?eybbxeyvybk

Password: tek3D

Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she’d lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
I don’t remember when it first started annoying me – her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I lashed out at her: “Don’t do that anymore – your hands are too rough!” She didn’t say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love. Lying awake long afterward, my words haunted me. But pride stifled my conscience, and I didn’t tell her I was sorry.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother’s hands, missed her goodnight kiss upon my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, hauntingly, in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and I’m not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She’s been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl’s stomach or soothe a boy’s scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world… gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could… and still insists on dishing out ice cream at any hour of the day or night.
Through the years, my mother’s hands have put in countless hours of toil, and most of hers were before perma-pressed fabrics and automatic washers!
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was that late one Thanksgiving Eve, as I drifted into sleep in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly stole across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my surly young voice complained: “Don’t do that anymore – your hands are too rough!” I reacted involuntarily. Catching Mom’s hand in mine, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she’d remember, as I did. But Mom didn’t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten – and forgiven – long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.

Song lyrics | Love Me With All Your Heart lyrics

God, please do not let me miss those moments that I could have spent with my child. Let me carry him more often and feel his tiny body gently wrapped in my loving arms. For someday I will not have the strength to pick him up anymore.

Let me hold him close to smell his freshly washed hair and breathe in that wonderful baby scent that covers his delicate skin, for surely he will not smell this deliciously sweet for very long.

Let me enjoy changing his diapers for this gives me the chance to play with his miniature toes, tickle his tummy and make him feel comfortable. Someday he will ask me to leave and shut the door behind me claiming he can manage by himself.

Let me take more walks with him in his stroller while I can look down at his little face that is staring in wonder at this new world all around him. Let me do this often, for soon he will be able to walk on his own and leave the safety of his carriage.

Let me stand beside his crib at night for longer than a moment to watch him surrender to his peaceful slumber. These nights spent in a crib will be replaced soon enough by a much less cozy place for dreams.

Let me make him laugh every day. For I am sure the precious sounds of his first giggles are apt to change with time.

Let me delight in each and every milestone he reaches. Before I know it walking, drinking from a cup and other small miracles he has learned will seem ordinary.

Let me tell him how much I love him. Since there are bound to be times when he will not want to sit still to hear this.

Let me continue to listen attentively to him even after he has mastered the art of talking. Since people tend to listen less closely to a child once language becomes fluent.

Let me make time for peek-a-boo and pat-a-cake and other baby games. There will come a day when he will no longer want to participate in such childish antics.

Let me learn to enjoy the sound of him calling me “Mommy” even if it is yelled through the dripping of tears. For one day I will no longer be “Mommy” to him, but rather just “Mom.”

Let me be the world to him right now because as every mother sadly comes to realize, their babies soon discover the world outside of their mother’s arms.

Let me do these things and so much more, despite being busy, tired or overwhelmed because I would hate to look back and harbor regrets of times gone by that were lost to less important things than my son.

Yes, dear Lord, I want my son to grow up to be a strong, loving and intelligent man, but please Lord do not let this happen overnight because someday memories will be all I have.