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Profile Of Love

To treat a lady will
reflect how much love
she will give. He
should never push
anything on her. She
will not respond to
the pushing. He
should treat her with
respect, acceptance,
honesty, kindness,
gentleness, and love.
Respect her for who
she is and not what
you see her as.
Accept her with all
the good and bad
things about her
without conditions.
Never lie to her,
even the little
lies. she is strong
enough to know the
truth. Treat the
lady with kindness
for she will do the
same. Gentle does
not mean to handle
her like she was
fragile. She is a
woman and treat her
as such. When you
love her put a
hundred and ten
percent into it.
She won't ask for
more then she can
give. Be romamntic
everyday with her
even if it is a
simple thing like
a hug. You do not
always have to buy
her things. It is
time spent with her
that she will
cherish.

Patrick Jay Krawczynski

Copyright © 2002 Patrick Krawczynski

Rose And The Note
 
The note told her to
be at the beach when
the moon was full
and the stars were
shinning bright. She
saw a little bonfire
on the beach so she
slowly and carefully
approached. She
found a blanket laid
out on the sand. A
basket of food and
another box that
contain a note. Her
long, black hair
flowing as the
breeze of the ocean
blows. Her
sparkling, emerald
eyes were fixated
on the box with the
note on it. She sat
down and looked
at the note. It said,
"My heart is
yours, my soul is
yours, my mind is
yours. All
unconditionally
yours. In this box
is a symbol of my
love to you." As
she took the box
and opened it,
she saw him
standing there
beside her. She
took the red
rose from the
box, and held it
delicately as she
got up to face
him and softly
kissed him. They
sat and held
each other tight
without a word.
 
Patrick Jay Krawczynski
 
Copyright ©2002 Patrick
Jay Krawczynski