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At 21:05 on October 5, 2011, Mark said…
At 2:52am on December 25, 2009, Mark added a gift to their profile…
At 22:47 on October 28, 2009, Mark said…

At 22:11 on October 28, 2009, Mark said…

At 10:49 on October 27, 2009, Miss O Connor said…
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At 6:19 on March 28, 2009, Mark said…

At 6:37 on March 27, 2009, Mark said…
(your eyes touch me)
(my heart has lost control)
(love is eternal in life)
(when your eyes touched me, I found light)
(when your soul touched me I found life)
(why does a candle have the desire to melt)
(why does a moth have the desire to burn)
(life is the test of these desires)

(life pardons those who love)
(the story of their love does not end with their death)
(how can one live... without love)
(there is no human being who is empty of love)
(every soul is thirsty for it, every heart goes mad for it)
(wherever there is love, there is life)
(without love there is no life)
At 23:26 on March 26, 2009, Mark said…
I've lived my whole life in your name,sweethearthoney
in your name...
I love you sososososo much; you are my love,
sweetheart.
Honey, what state has your love brought me to?
Even flower gardens now seem desolate.
All of my loved ones now seem to me like strangers.
I remain lost in thoughts of you.
People call me crazy, mad.
Without you...
it's impossible to pass this life, sweetheart,
the length of life, my love.
Don't abandon this love...
Don't break the bonds of passion.
Darling, what state has your love brought me to?
Through the flood of tears streaming from my eyes,
I saw you in the moon and stars.
I burn in the fire of separation.
Now I pray by counting the rise and fall of your breath.
For your sake...
every atrocity of this world is acceptable to me,
Every atrocity is acceptable, my love.
At 0:18 on March 26, 2009, Mark said…
I've already given my heart away.
I have become yours; by you I swear it!


Let the world do its worst;
I am devoted to you; by you I swear it!

All my hopes spring from you, my love.
I have caught you and placed myself in your care.
I will never forget you, beloved.
My life will pass in the shadow of memories of you.
After God, I will worship you alone.
Ask of me what you will; everything I have is yours.
At 4:18 on March 24, 2009, Mark said…
I wish that I could be a bird.
That I could fly, that I could sing,
That I could touch untouchable peaks,
That I could forget the roads of this earth
And never return.
I would bathe in holy wells,
Swallowing great gulps of bountiful water.
I would sit on the shore of a great lake,
And sing a halting song.
I would go into a flowering wildrness
And inhale the perfume-laden air.
I would warm the mountain peaks,
Frozen by centuries of coldness,
In a close embrace.
I wish that I could be a bird.
My nest would be among mulberry trees
In the caper, the mesquite or the cypress.
When the cold east wind blew,
The boughs would sway
Like children playing on swings.
One day there would be such a storm,
That all the twigs would scatter.
Homeless, nestless, I would become.
For the rest of my life I would drink the nectar of sorrow,
And live my life in its intoxication.
I wish that I could be a bird.
At 3:45 on March 24, 2009, Mark said…
Mother, o mother,
My songs are like eyes
That sting with the grains of separation.
In the middle of the night ,
They wake and weep for Loved
Mother, I cannot sleep.
Upon them I lay strips of moonlight
Soaked in perfume,
But the pain does not recede.
I foment them
With warm sighs,
Yet they turn on me ferociously
I am still young,
And need guidance myself.
Who can advise her?
Mother, would you tell her,
To clench her lips when she weeps,
Or the world will hear her cry.
Tell her, mother, to swallow the bread
Of separation.
she is fated to mourn.
Tell her to lick the salty dew
On the roses of sorrow,
And stay strong.
Who are the snake handlers
From whom I can get another skin?
Give me a cover for myself.
How can I wait like a saint
At the doorstep of these peoples
Greedy for gold?
Listen, o my pain,
Love is that butterfly
Which is pinned forever to a stake.
Love is that bee,
From whom desire,
Stays miles away.
Love is that palace
Where nothing lives
Except for the birds.
Love is that hearth
Where the colored bed of fulfillment,
Is never laid.
Mother, tell her not to
Call out the name of her love.
So loudly in the middle of the night.
When I am gone, I fear
That this malicious world,
Will say that my songs were evil.
At 23:49 on March 22, 2009, Mark said…
Tears dance in the garden of eyes
I have been surrounded by your thoughts.
Holding the toy of your thoughts, close to my heart
The coming and going breaths say to me
They pay no heed to me, naive tears
They dont stay on the doorstep of the eyes
My tears cant cross the step of my eyes
it is the work or your thoughts, which has become hearts pain tears
By dropping through the eyes, how i wash the pains of the heart
when the moon and stars laugh, i stay alone and cry
your permanent seperation disturbs my heart
After little time, you have forgotten me
How i have wronged you, tell me
After making one yours, you shouldnt abuse them
Where have you gone after obsessing me with love
Putting tears of an age in my share
Without you my heart finds no peace
Since you have separated, i cant sleep
I hold your pains close to my heart and raise them
Tears from your memories, wash my face
from remembering you, even my tears cry
Matters of my remain in my heart
These people ask, and what can i say?
After saying your name la la la give me more lalala
People call me crazy, i sit alone and cry
Happiness from the area of life has jumped/gone away
Without you who will listen to my happiness
My hearts feeling have forgotten the burns of happiness
The place of the tears of the eyes, my way does not go.
Tell me how to handle these pearls
The day passes standing in the paths
Perhaps life will pass whilst crying

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