My love for you, Lord, is not an uncertain feeling, but a matter of concious certainty. With your word you pierced my heart, and I loved you. But heaven and earth and everything in them on all sides tell me to love you.
My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success.
My view is that at your age you shouldn't worry too much about losing love. If it is right, it happens, its meant to be. The main thing is not to hurry, especially when your young and new to love. Love must come to both. Know for sure that nothing good, true and real gets away when it comes to love. And if it doesn't work out (for whatever reason) also know that God is closest to those of us with broken hearts.
Nay, tempt me not to love again There was a time when love was sweet Dear Nea had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to meet But oh this weary heart hath run So many a time the rounds of pain, Not even for thee, thou lovely one Would I endure such pangs again.
Nay, tempt me not to love again:
Never ever fall short of true love i.e. never be deficient of true love. Rather, be saturated with true love and remain saturated with it. For, you ought to be loveful and never hateful. ~Emeasoba George.
Nigel You know, just simple lines intertwining, you know, very much like - I'm really influenced by Mozart and Bach, and it's sort of in between those, really. It's like a Mach piece, really. It's sort of - Marty What do you call this Nigel Well, this piece is called Lick My Love Pump.