A Thing Of Beauty Is Joy Forever Novels & Stories

Rejected Dejected You stand as unfair To you Love yourself And find your way Up there I know you need roof Loaf and love too But do not endanger life For the shortest span of life All in your mind Think big Extend Build up Rise up fair Up there is your goal Of life Not down here Accept nature Do not self impair You are more precious Than me I marvel the art of nature Right up here Right down there Come smile your way To the day Through the pain That dwells Say go away from here Observe silence Be real Magic is in heights Down exists dust Everywhere Go climb up there Rise up in life Life is always fair. Life is always fair. Do you know When you were a child I played with you It was fun It was

Connecting. Forever.

Love really is a beautiful thing, and I’m so glad that I’ve finally found my forever person. The End.

" In that moment, the dying flame of love I had for him seemed to surge back to life, flaring one last time. And with the indignation and grievances that came with the memories, it let out a heart-wrenching wail. I stood on tiptoe, just like I used to, trying to meet the eyes of the six-foot-tall Rodney. His eyes looked like shattered glass. They seemed so sorrowful—as sorrowful as mine used to be. I folded the tissue and placed it gently in his hand. "Rodney, let's call it a day. I can't hold on anymore." He reached out, wanting me to stay, but I pulled myself free and got into the Uber. Winter in Alluel was very cold, so the car's heater was turned up high. Using my hand, I drew small dots

The beginning of forever. The end.

And I have never been led anywhere beautiful for my own good. Beauty, in this place, is rarely a gift. It’s a trap dressed in silk.

You were the most beautfiul thing I'd ever felt. And I was convinced you'd remain the most beautiful thing I'd ever feel. Do you know how limiting that is, to think at such a ripe young age, I'd experienced the most exhilarating person I'd ever meet. And I'd spend the rest of my life just settling to think I'd tasted the most natural rawest form of sugar and everything else would be refined and synthetic. That nothing beyond this moment would add up. That all the years beyond me could not combine themselves to be sweeter than you.

"What is this?" She picked up the note and started to read it slowly. "When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars,

While Old Khram was smiling ear to ear. "My instinct never fails," Old Khram whispered and Zhukre and Menriszz were confused by what she just said. They looked at old Khram, and old Khram chuckled. "Instinct of love, can't you smell it?" she whispered and winked to the two wolves. Menriszz looked at Azhea and she smiled. "Yes, old Khram you're right. Her eyes were like mine when I fell in love with Zhukre," she whispered. "What?" Zhukre immediately responded to her thoughts and blushed.

The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.