A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their harmonious voices carried the joy and contentment they felt in their hearts, filling the garden with a symphony of love. In the midst of their idyllic existence, the garden blossomed into a vibrant paradise, an enchanting canvas painted with vivid hues. The flowers unfurled their velvety petals, swaying gently in the breeze. The trees, with their branches outstretched, provided a canopy of shade and whispered secrets of ages past.

Was writing on the banner with red ink. " What is the meaning of this karma?" I ask, gritting my teeth in anger. " My beloved flower, from the very first day I set my eyes on you, I lost my mind to you, I think of you when I'm eating, you are always by my side when I'm sleeping, even in the toilet you are always there, my love for you is like a Lion's love for meat, you are the air I breathe the sugar in my bee, no, the honey in my bee, you are my forever, I love you and will always...."

It was a testament to the power of harmony, a symphony that echoed through eternity, filling every corner of the cosmos with its transformative melodies. And in this eternal symphony, beings found solace, purpose, and a deep sense of connection. They understood that their melodies, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, were an integral part of the grand composition. With every act of compassion, every gesture of unity, they added their unique melody to the symphony, creating a harmonious masterpiece that would resound through the ages.

Never Again 🌷 “The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face.

“I know. I trust you.” The playful smile on his lips broaden because of my response. I just let myself be captured by his embrace while thinking that I would love to be his epitome of beauty forever. ---THE END---

Your face is so exquisite that I forget how to speak, And with every visit to your beauty I become more weak. I wish that I could touch you like I do each time I write, If each caress could come to life and make you smile so bright. Your lips are so delightful, like sweet icing on a cake; Dear God, how much more endless pleasure can I slowly take? Darling, would you let me pay attention to each one? And with each kiss confess to you the things I would have done? Just the thought of tender bliss can render words like this; Oh, you are so beautiful, with love I am so full.

I was once as proud of this business as my father was, but now that I knew what happened inside, how lives were ruined, I wanted nothing to do with it. I had, for some reason, expected it to change, like my feelings toward it had, like the way I thought of it would change its appearance to look more repulsive, but it was exactly the same. The neatly trimmed bushes still circled it in what was almost a protective circle and the marble was still white and smooth on the pillars. Beauty that held ruin, was the only way I could describe it. I had grown up here. All the memories I had— well, most of them at least— were made in this very house. Once it would have felt familiar and safe, but now it

Carve this evening beautifully, and will never be forgotten. Tbc.

Ryan's photographs captured the essence of fleeting moments, reminding others to embrace the beauty of the present. Together Forever was not just a love story, but a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, the transformative power of art, and the enduring impact of a love that transcends time. It was a tale of two souls who, through their shared dreams and unwavering love, had discovered the true essence of life—to live fully, love deeply, and embrace the beauty of each passing moment.

It was a slow burn, an enchanting rhythm that I wanted to savor. Forever and always.