Novel & Cerita A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever

And with that, our forever truly began. And this will never end. This will last longer than eternity. THE END~

Love was the quiet. And it settled. In every fleeting moment. In every gentle close. In every open palm. The manor rested in love. The garden rested in love. The light rested in love. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. And that was the peace. The one that endured. The one that mattered. The one we were. Together. In every chest. In every softening. In every moment. The light. The love. The rest. Always.

Stacy remembered a poem she learned in her literature classes back in senior secondary. Unparalleled beauty, worth the praise a maiden,resembling a starry night beautiful to gaze,forbidden to touch a deadly weapon, to the mankind But in this case it was not maiden,but a man . Whose beauty was intoxicating,like a thousand old wine.This beauty was hers. Here's to corrupt,hers to own,here's to possess,hers to dominate and she couldn't be any happier.

"Since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me." She waited few minutes before replying, "City of Glass." Smirking, I added further, "You should be kissed and often and by someone who knows how to." I paused. "And it's me." She placed her hand on her cheek. "Gone with the wind." "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don't even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine." "The Golden Lily."

It was beautiful in a teardrop shape . Elegant. ..not too big ..with silver thin chain . Tomorrow ? What is Tomorrow ? "Its beautiful " i state . "Not more than you " ..he said . "But ..to who does this belong to ?" He looks at me with neutral face . "Yours of course. ...my mom picked it for you " Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god His mom knows about me !!!????? "Umm ..its ..its ..too much " i felt like i would definitely destroyed this fine piece of jewellery.

Brianna suddenly remembered poetry she once had read in a book: O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love,

blissful, loving, and precious. THE END…

Daphne took the time to glance at the enjoyable expression on her face, and asked: "Are you still going thinking about your sister..." .... .... .... Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. She walks in beauty, like the night

I beamed proudly. "Forever!"

"That is beautiful, Lydia. I truly wish to experience that." "You are very beautiful, the most beautiful in the lands. You are sure to experience such with a wealthy suitor who will grant you all the wealth in the world." I frowned sadly, "beauty does not guarantee happiness. Beauty is only temporary," I responded numbly, "what happens if a man falls in love with my beauty? My beauty will eventually fade and when it does, so will his love for me. Then what shall I be left with other than a broken heart and ruined looks?"