A Thing Of Beauty Is Joy Forever 소설 & 이야기

And I was too. The kiss wasn’t as long, because she somehow got snapped back to reality, I still feel a rush the moment I remind myself of the passionate lip lock we shared. The kiss wasn’t just hunger, it was a need, a devotion, almost like a pure melody sung out of a gold harp played in that serene surrounding. Her lips had a taste, different from the ones I had ever felt against mine. But it made my heart sink knowing I can’t be fooling around her again, knowing how it ended this time.

But actual forever. With all its complications. Its stress. Its beauty. Its love. Together. Always together. Forever together.

Something more complex. It was a symphony. She could hear the joyful melody of the living world—the rustle of leaves, the chatter of children, the hum of bees. But woven through it, supporting it, giving it depth and meaning, was a richer, more somber harmony. It was the memory of the rose-grower’s laughter. The courage of the brave guard. The quiet hope of the scientist. The love of Ashiel. It was the bass note of all that had been lost, giving the treble of the present its beauty.

I received a letter from you The way you find me About the beautiful memories from me When you find my love I have listened to the song about all tell me my beauty cantik And the poetry you wrote to express this love Will not run out all our love No more left for the world because we spend the rest of this love forever I've even thought about my life without you Can it be more beautiful than what I'm living now I always dream about the beautiful old days with you Keep your words soft even though you leave and don't come back It's over, this time is no longer grounded in the world I've spent the rest of my life just for you When the seasons change Until time stops Even though the world hates

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,

All of them came along with one letter: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea. But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid?

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

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

🎵 Alone in the garden 🎵With cool breeze brought by nature. 🎵As cool as you blow,as adorable as you make one feel,as happy as you make one be, you can't be compared to the loves of my life. 🎵Even the most beautiful thing in the world, 🎵 Can't be compared to the loves of my life. 🎵Cause they are like treasures hard to find but if found should be cherished forever. 🎵..... Damn..Ain't i just so good? 💎Elva's POV💎

Which was always. Which was forever. Which was now. --- The End ---