<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886020393858034229</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:49:37.970-07:00</updated><category term='Will You Reply?'/><category term='Origin of Love'/><title type='text'>Diary of a Love Vixen</title><subtitle type='html'>: These are the endless thoughts, memories, dreams, &amp;amp; aspirations, that I have collected along my journey to capture.. Love, true love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diary of a Love Vixen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17403444847554231532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/Sm_LCAo7KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KYYUnNuJPaQ/S220/n174503650_30275969_446.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886020393858034229.post-6549623982502402674</id><published>2009-08-19T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:40:46.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is simply an intense game of chess. You have to ensure that your very next move is always the best. Consider the journey to find love as one of life's most challenging tests."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  -L.o.v.e. Vixen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886020393858034229-6549623982502402674?l=diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6549623982502402674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-simply-intense-game-of-chess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/6549623982502402674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/6549623982502402674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-simply-intense-game-of-chess.html' title=''/><author><name>Diary of a Love Vixen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17403444847554231532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/Sm_LCAo7KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KYYUnNuJPaQ/S220/n174503650_30275969_446.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886020393858034229.post-3673572018517461162</id><published>2009-08-02T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:01:41.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnaJ8IukdbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ykjQq54sOu0/s1600-h/205taug.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365627672286492082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnaJ8IukdbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ykjQq54sOu0/s200/205taug.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Glimpsing into the mirror of love... is to gander into the eyes of a blind man and envision most vividly through your heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- L.O.V.E Vixen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886020393858034229-3673572018517461162?l=diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3673572018517461162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/08/glimpsing-into-mirror-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/3673572018517461162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/3673572018517461162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/08/glimpsing-into-mirror-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Diary of a Love Vixen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17403444847554231532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/Sm_LCAo7KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KYYUnNuJPaQ/S220/n174503650_30275969_446.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnaJ8IukdbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ykjQq54sOu0/s72-c/205taug.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886020393858034229.post-2112154127163574248</id><published>2009-07-31T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:33:50.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concealed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnNsQIf8Z-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-sQFEPvgOuY/s1600-h/RHPS-Lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364750605543565282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnNsQIf8Z-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-sQFEPvgOuY/s200/RHPS-Lips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; understand what's happening around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I come up for &lt;strong&gt;air,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yet, I'm still drowning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wonder if he truly cares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My biggest tears never make it down my &lt;strong&gt;cheek,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In his presence, I remain unphased,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He doesn't know that at the &lt;strong&gt;mere&lt;/strong&gt; sight of him, I become weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's like the sun; brightens my day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He has made me confront my biggest fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never would of thought&lt;strong&gt; he'd&lt;/strong&gt; be that guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't know that love could be so near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hide my &lt;strong&gt;emotions&lt;/strong&gt; and continue to lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wonder, will I ever be ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He can't handle my &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; at full blast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With him, my troubles are never too heavy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day I'll stop reflecting on the &lt;strong&gt;past&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; knows what this shall be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm content,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How long shall remain a &lt;strong&gt;"WE?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He loves, I love, the time we spend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's said the &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; letter word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm trying to fight it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wonder if he means it as a noun.. or a verb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I KEEP&lt;strong&gt; denying&lt;/strong&gt; it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He just doesn't understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I care, I really &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;simply&lt;/strong&gt; a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;constantly &lt;strong&gt;battling&lt;/strong&gt; with all I've been through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it &lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, Courage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll just enjoy the ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My feelings will remain hidden in&lt;strong&gt; storage&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My lips are closed with a&lt;strong&gt; seal&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart knows how I truly feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have become,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Concealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-L.O.V.E. Vixen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886020393858034229-2112154127163574248?l=diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2112154127163574248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/conceal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/2112154127163574248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/2112154127163574248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/conceal.html' title='Concealed.'/><author><name>Diary of a Love Vixen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17403444847554231532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/Sm_LCAo7KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KYYUnNuJPaQ/S220/n174503650_30275969_446.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnNsQIf8Z-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-sQFEPvgOuY/s72-c/RHPS-Lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886020393858034229.post-8196519616465309690</id><published>2009-07-30T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:30:32.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"At the mere thought of your love, I don’t cry tears. I see lightning first, and then I hear thunder. Suddenly, water pours from my eyes, and I feel the rain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- [L.O.V.E. Vixen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;created for a special someone on&lt;strong&gt; May 10, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886020393858034229-8196519616465309690?l=diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8196519616465309690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-mere-thought-of-your-love-i-dont-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/8196519616465309690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/8196519616465309690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-mere-thought-of-your-love-i-dont-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Diary of a Love Vixen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17403444847554231532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/Sm_LCAo7KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KYYUnNuJPaQ/S220/n174503650_30275969_446.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886020393858034229.post-3136280147149391976</id><published>2009-07-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:09:31.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love [luhv]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnHwu_aj2VI/AAAAAAAAADw/1rll0FGhR2M/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364333321262455122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnHwu_aj2VI/AAAAAAAAADw/1rll0FGhR2M/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[luhv]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;noun, verb, loved, lov-ing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's an amazing feeling when you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;someone with your entire heart and you don't even recognize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;transcending&lt;/em&gt; above the clouds at the mere thought of that special person. You wouldn't even need a time capsule to travel back into space.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That beautiful lady and/or handsome gentlemen has you feeling as if you're always stuck in time. No matter the distance, somehow you both still feel close at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Soldiers are taught to destroy the enemy with brutal physical warfare. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is the deadliest form of emotional warfare; no matter how one soldier may equip themselves- they can never be fully prepared to fight &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE BATTLE OF &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can be as seasonal as fall, spring, summer, and/or winter. Whatever the occasion, be ready for whatever the season may bring your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is what you feel when everything around you becomes completely unexplainable. Yet, when love vanishes, alot becomes clear and your vision becomes unclouded...[♥]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leona Lewis describes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Bleeding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sF84pIhP5UM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sF84pIhP5UM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- L.O.V.E. Vixen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886020393858034229-3136280147149391976?l=diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3136280147149391976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-luhv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/3136280147149391976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/3136280147149391976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-luhv.html' title='Love [luhv]'/><author><name>Diary of a Love Vixen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17403444847554231532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/Sm_LCAo7KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KYYUnNuJPaQ/S220/n174503650_30275969_446.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnHwu_aj2VI/AAAAAAAAADw/1rll0FGhR2M/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886020393858034229.post-6563605288841146149</id><published>2009-07-29T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:27:23.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Origin of Love'/><title type='text'>Is True Love Found or Shall it Come to You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363931456925088066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnCDPaGQOUI/AAAAAAAAACA/YK45dxXwxfM/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;philosophers&lt;/em&gt; have devoted much &lt;em&gt;thought, theory, &amp;amp; time&lt;/em&gt; in finding the &lt;strong&gt;exact &lt;/strong&gt;origin of love. &lt;strong&gt;It's simple really&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;True, unconditional love.. begins and ends with God.&lt;/span&gt; He created this Earth with love. Adam &amp;amp; Eve loved another. In fact, Adam loved Eve so much that he ate of the &lt;strong&gt;"Tree of Life."&lt;/strong&gt; Now, that HAS to be true love, right? Or maybe it was pure curiosity. Either way, WE know that Adam loved him some Eve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Love Vixen&lt;/span&gt; believes that TRUE love is often purest in its' ability to discover you. For example: If you are seeking a &lt;em&gt;banging, sexy, pair of heels..&lt;/em&gt; and you know which ones you want. Yet, then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BANG, BOOM&lt;/span&gt;.. You see those heels that you NEVER expected. They're perfect. You know almost immediately that you want them. What's the irony? The shoe store salesman tells you, that these shoes have been on the shelves for years &amp;amp; he has seen you look at them SEVERAL times before. You pause. Nevertheless, the shoes fit in your life well, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This example is EXACTLY how I believe that man can come and sweep that damsel in distress off of her feet. BUT there are essential things that must come into play first. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First, ALL hearts &amp;amp; minds must be clear. &lt;/span&gt;Meaning, you must first seek counsel with God to mend your broken heart, have forgiven your "heartbreaker," and be in some form of walk with God, in finding your soulmate. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Secondly, formualte MORALS &amp;amp; Values.&lt;/span&gt; No man/woman wants anyone who is not firm in the person that they are. Establish rules and guidelines in the dating arena. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thirdly, NEVER settle.&lt;/span&gt; Why? What homeboy won't do, another will gladly fullfill your requirements. Such is life. This much is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My blog family.. true love comes to those who wait. Patience is a virtue. Yes, we get tired of hearing that. Yet, its important ESPECIALLY in the dating arena to practice patience. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Individuals will prowl after those vunerable and/or "thirsty" women/men.&lt;/span&gt; Why? Unfortunately, everyone doesn't have your BEST interest at heart. So, stay prayed up. While, single continiously have self-evaluation and drain the baggage in your life. *sidenote* If you haven't heard &lt;strong&gt;Erykah Badu's "Bag Lady"&lt;/strong&gt;.. you MUST do so IMMEDIATELY. (Men, too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;True Love shall come to those when God ordains it to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ALL good things come to those who wait. Sounds cliche'.... such is life, my friend. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hold on to the belief that my true love is never as far as I may think him to be.&lt;/span&gt; He may be the very one in my life now. Yet, all I will do is wait... wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-L.O.V.E Vixen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886020393858034229-6563605288841146149?l=diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6563605288841146149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-true-love-found-or-shall-it-come-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/6563605288841146149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/6563605288841146149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-true-love-found-or-shall-it-come-to.html' title='Is True Love Found or Shall it Come to You?'/><author><name>Diary of a Love Vixen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17403444847554231532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/Sm_LCAo7KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KYYUnNuJPaQ/S220/n174503650_30275969_446.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnCDPaGQOUI/AAAAAAAAACA/YK45dxXwxfM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886020393858034229.post-4768628755898765075</id><published>2009-07-28T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:50:50.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will You Reply?'/><title type='text'>Dear Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnH1qNOneYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-SXHViikfVo/s1600-h/24zb23q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364338736629250434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnH1qNOneYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-SXHViikfVo/s320/24zb23q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Majestic Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love's Magic, U.S.A♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June 17.2009:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear Love ♥,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am writing to you again. Are you going to reply? I ask my friends every day, where it is that you stay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alot of GUYS believe, that you'll always be around and tell me to just quit searching for you. Some women are on strike from you too, LOVE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is there something you need to tell me? Met a guy, and he even said, he's afraid of you. This one lady says, she's over you. She just wants to screw. They just don't understand, that its every woman's dream to find you and marry you. These guys, aren't looking for you. After much research, and all that I've been through, I've discovered one thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE: I'm into you. You're like the only thing I can think of, that possesses true value, like God, family, and loyal friends. People stick by your side, again, and, again, and, again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love, I pray one day, I'm as smooth as you.You know just how to make a WOMAN feel. Men are so into your deep side, love. What is it about you? I've figured out your wise antics and overdosed on your emotions.. I just can't seem to find you. Mother says, stop looking, let love find you. Yet, I'm determined to keep writing and knocking on these doors as I search for you. Ladies, find you and their hearts, minds, and souls begin to flutter. Guys, discover love, and either they hide it or fight it. Never understood, why would males or females deny it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is powerful beyond measure.No ruler could ever be long enough to measure, you love. Is it possible to have found you, love, but I just haven't seen it? Come quick love, because I'm tired of believing in it. Some guys are very aware of your power. They use it, abuse it, and capable of leaving your heart sour. I know alot of people wish, they could get rid of it like dirt, after a cold shower. If only it was that simple. Can love vanish after use of cream, like a pimple? Silly me, back to reality. Ladies, keep your heart and eyes open. Take your heartache as life's token. Males, keep searching, and take that lady as a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Males and Females it's time that we stop denying the power of love.Did you know that no matter how fast you run from it.. you're bound to get tired. One tiny sip of love, has the ability to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you wired. Take a sip of it like folgers, and that man or woman, can have you wide open. It's the one that has standards, dreams, and intellectually stimulation.. that always causes us hesitation. Stop that ventilation, and try some meditation. God can show us the light, and reveal the wrong and the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnH462IMlsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gZ15e32oxhk/s1600-h/the_friendship_court_pm-thumb-270x270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364342321020966594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnH462IMlsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gZ15e32oxhk/s200/the_friendship_court_pm-thumb-270x270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey love, can you hear that woman's plea? She's tired of the hurt.. please ease the hurt and the pain. Find a way to heal her heart again. Look at that man, love. He's so afraid of you. You've left his hurt so bruised and blue. He's found a woman, and he knows she's perfect. He's just afraid that she may not be worth it. Worthy of him, being left again. Find a way to show him, that he can find more than just a cut friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O, that woman seems so happy. Look at her, love. You've got her feeling wonderful, because she has now found you, inside you live, and she's never felt so beautiful. That man holds her hand so proudly. He's not afraid to be around you, love. He thanks God everynight, because he's found that lady thats just so right. Dear love, do you hear us pray at night? The people that are still in the fight? The people that are determined to find you? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Be patient. Be patient. Be patient, they say.&lt;/span&gt; Not sure about you, but this fight is no where near through. Love. Love. Love. If you only knew. Where are those tiny arrows, that you supposedly aim with? I haven't seen them around. Did you sell them to wal-mart or target, maybe? Look here love, I know you're full of tricks baby. You just can't simply be here one day, and gone the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You've got to find us all and prove you'll find love for us all, for eachother.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, my ink is running out. Lucky you, its alot more I'd like to express to you. It's okay, there'll be another volume soon. Love, I'm into you. Stay everlasting, beautiful, and amazing... I'll find you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady, love may be closer than you think. It may be here faster, than you can wink. You've got your knight in shining armor? Be thankful and grateful, and cater your love the best way you can. Don't try to find love in different faces, various bedrooms at different places. Treat your vagina as if it's your heart. Never would want someone to tear your heart apart. Men, be careful how you use that four letter word, love. She may be more fatal, than an attraction. One dose of her, and you may recieve several rashes. Keep that hope alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnH3ruEmsnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6-Na1ZnrpOw/s1600-h/holding-hands1_babiegurl1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364340961648751218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnH3ruEmsnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6-Na1ZnrpOw/s200/holding-hands1_babiegurl1172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take this thing called life, and enjoy the ride. Thank God for bringing you through, all that you've been through. Live it up, and keep doing you. Yet, when you find her/him, you've got to let them ride too. Wrap it up, and keep the faith. Love is there, just mark the date.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your natural aphrodisiac,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ L.O.V.E. Vixen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886020393858034229-4768628755898765075?l=diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4768628755898765075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/endless-pathway-towards-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/4768628755898765075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886020393858034229/posts/default/4768628755898765075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofalovevixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/endless-pathway-towards-love.html' title='Dear Love...'/><author><name>Diary of a Love Vixen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17403444847554231532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/Sm_LCAo7KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KYYUnNuJPaQ/S220/n174503650_30275969_446.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrsYsyDMLl4/SnH1qNOneYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-SXHViikfVo/s72-c/24zb23q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
