Romans & histoires Eternal Love Of Dreams

Love is scarce, mine is abundant. Life is short, eternity is not. Take my hand, let our eternities merge. I look within me, and my heart is black. I see through you, yours is not. I want to paint it black. I want to paint it black. Join your hand with mine in this dance. Our eternity will unite. The sway of our bodies, our locked gazes, is the little understanding for those around us. I don't care about the fall; I want you with me.

Pierce was gone, but I had already married him in my heart. I wore the ring he had placed on my finger, and I would live in this world in his place. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the name of the diamond ring Pierce had given me—Eternal Love. He would love me forever. (The End)

he admitted. “Was it real in my dreams?” I asked. “Very,” he replied. “How could that be?” I mused. “Our physical world is nothing more than a lucid dream for the soul. We have the ability to shift the composition of that dream. That’s why you and I are able to communicate telepathically,” he said. “I literally felt you making love to me in my dreams,” I said with wonder. “You are a delicious young thing,” he said, huskily, as he inched ever closer.

Meanwhile, Erito’s both hands were seen hugging tightly his elder brother, without any thought to release his hug. “Their bodies are eternal… Their loves are eternal as well… Their handsome, gorgeous, perfect faces are eternal…” uttered Rendy Pluto. “Their attractive, charming and perfect bodies are also eternal…” mumbled Pierre Zhaopardy. “Is this the so-called eternal love?” Paul Jayden’s rhetorical question was heard.

Everlasting Love is a book that talks about the undying love of Emeka for Rose who was his school mates. It shows that destiny can never be denied, even though Rose never gave him a chance to prove his love for her, Emeka was still persistent and never gave up, Rose never accepted because of the obvious different financial status quo between them. While Emeka was from a rich home, Rose was from a poor home, as a result, Rose didn't want to associate herself with Emeka in order not to be seen as a gold digger.

I wrapped my hands around the coffin that my mom was in, crying my eyes out. The tears that came from my eyes could fill up a drum. My mom was gone. The second person I loved in the world was gone. I know, I'm not supposed to love anyone more than my mom but then again, love was very tricky. I loved Ben so much. He was my first.

The bright smile that I loved so much since you first showed it. Even if I said goodbye for the last time, I want you to know that... I'd never regret you as my son. "Love you to the Moon and to Saturn." seven by Taylor Swift After reading the second page, Conrad burst into tears. He realized his father's love for him was far greater than he had anticipated. He knows, however, that he won't be able to feel that now that he has left his life.

Something that will endure for as long as the stars in the sky do. I despise having beautiful dreams about you, Cloud. I despise it because it makes us look like everything we aren't in real life. In my dreams, you claim me as your own and infuse my life with a vibrant array of colors. All you say in my dreams is "I love you," and you do all of the things that make my heart skip a beat in real life. I despise dreaming about you because it reminds me of how much I wished to be with you; however, our time together has passed and you are no longer here. These dreams only serve to instill false hopes in me that I am yours, before jolting me back to reality, where "You and I" can never be - which

He remembered his ex girlfriend who left him after collecting some huge amount of money from him despite her sweet words and care. "Love is not existing anywhere"he muttered Though, he loves Linda but his ego and experience won't let him go for him.

Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death: