A Thing Of Beauty Is Joy Forever Novels & Stories

“You like this water like this, it’s freezing Aurora.” “I know, after this, the hot bath that comes with it, it’s going to be great.” She smirked, that’s what makes her excited, the little things that take place. She is precious, she is a queen. Maybe this is what love feels like, this is what forever feels like; this is what happiness feels like, this is what it feels to have someone that loves you, to have someone that cares about you to be with you, to have someone that always wants to be with you no matter the horror that can take place, and I guess I am going to hold on to that as long as I can, I am going to make her happy.

The Lord has promised good to me, His Word my hope secures; He will my Shield and Portion be, As long as life endures. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be forever mine. When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise

"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?"

He was always with his best friend, who was Luis, the boy who works at the company. Axel kept listening attentively. —One day I received a letter; it was a pink sheet, I still remember what it said. I quote Alicia. "Hello, "Al. I know you don't know about me and that hurts me, because I see you every day. That smile is the most beautiful; I would die for you to dedicate it to me one day. Sometimes I just sit and watch you. I know it sounds scary, but it's not. "I can't just stop admiring your beauty; I hope I don't bother you with these letters, little "Al." Sincerely. Your admirer.

IF Peace is the beauty of life. for me It is sunshine, where is your beautiful smile appears, my love for you, the joy you give me, the togetherness of a human being. It is human progress, the victory of justice, the victory of truth when I am with you. Sometimes people like to confuse true love with ego, lust and insecurity. but I wasn't confused at that time with you. even Everything in your body is as precious as what I have, In torment and pain, it is still precious....

"I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death." She

She did as she was told Remember there is no one that can accompany you forever ******** Thanks for all the reads, vote and comment. It's means alot to me

That was what everyone demonstrated. Existence was not destination. Existence was journey. Existence was eternal becoming. Existence was forever evolving. Existence was always beginning. Forever. Always. Beautifully. And so the story continues. Forever. Always. Eternally. Beautifully. Hope rests. Hope's love endures. Hope's legacy lives. Forever.

The Bloom of the Everlasting Flame had transformed existence into a living garden of desire. The Song pulsed with vibrant, relentless life—each beat echoing the slap of flesh, the wet sounds of penetration, and the harmonious cries of shared release. Forty thousand years after the first chains were broken, passion was the lifeblood of all things.

“No, I was always getting the feeling like it was the end.” “Oh dear, really? How come?” her frowned eyebrows indicated her confusion. “It is the most beautiful of all the places I visited here. I have a theory about beautiful things,” I said, throwing a pebble in the stream that caused ripples in the peaceful water body. “I would like to hear it,” she said with curiosity, “I think beautiful things always come in the end. If it doesn’t it means it’s not the end” I blinked my eyes at her. She was smiling and nodding at me. Like she was getting everything I was saying.