paulioopla

invalid_text body{ background:#8A2BE2; background-image:none; } div.profilePhotoTitle, div.profileInfoTitle, div.profileAboutTitle, div.profileMediaTitle, div.profileCommentTitle, div.profileFriendTitle, div.profileMessageTitle, div.liveMessageTitle, div.profileRssTitle, #myLiveEvent dt{ background:#FFFFFF; background-image:url('invalid_background_image_src')'); color:#000000; font-size:12pt; } #profilePhoto, #profileFriend, #profileComment,#profileAbout, #profileInfo, #profileMessage, #liveMessage, #profileMediaPhoto, #profileMediaAudio,#profileMediaVideo, div.profileRss{ background:#000000; color:#FFFFFF; border-style:outset; border-width:2px; } #myEventCalendar, #myLiveEvent, #myEventCalendarBody{ background:#000000; color:#FFFFFF; } #myEventCalendar{ border-style:outset; border-width:2px; } invalid_text My Love will grow not old,
For what is love without the one,
Life without the love

What is a love that grows old,
Like the wrinkled, weary soul
Of a person at the end,
Or the tattered remains
Of a soldier lost at war

My Love will grow not old,
For it is in Age that love desists,
That the end will seem so near,
That the one that makes my day
Will seem so far away.

What is my life without the love?
An endless time of trials,
No love to make me happy,
No one to make my day

So in the future of my love,
When she seems so far away,
I won’t let my love grow weary

I wont let it seem so far away.
For what is love without the one,
Life without the love