Novel & Cerita Longing Poems

separated her from the lover. "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.

*** Evening star, tell him I want to paint your light in his heart Morning dew, tell him Let me hug tightly when the cold shackles him Evening star, tell him I want to paint your light in his heart Morning dew, tell him Let me hug tightly when the cold shackles him Do you know, O sky? I want to meet caressing her face I'll put on the most beautiful space decoration Only for him I created this longing song Only for my beloved angel Even if it's just a simple tone Let me express all the feelings and longing Ah-oh... Ah-oh. Oh... Oh... oh... oh... Do you know, O sky? I want to meet caressing her face I'll put on the most beautiful space decoration Only for him I created this longing song

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. - William Wordsworth

John’s mind wandered for a moment. He suddenly remembered something and called Will to book a plane ticket for him. “She must have left the country.” Aqua had gone abroad to further her studies in the past, and they were the ones who set aside their pride to beg her to return. Once again, she had abandoned them. Loneliness, indignation, and regret surged into his heart. As he remembered Mike, John’s chest felt heavy, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the gown. “No matter where you are, I’ll find you.”

Her eyes found his face at last, and drank it in like water after thirst. Only now did she understand what longing truly meant — and how deeply it could ache. “And you think I should believe you?” he asked, moving closer still. “You think I’d lie while drowning in your eyes?” Her words — oh, they were arrows. Precise. Poetic. Piercing. They held him still. And yet, she longed for nothing more than for him to close the space between them. There was something between them. A pull. A thread she couldn't sever.

Monster. Longing. A desperate, aching pull towards Ethan that felt like a physical cord attached to my sternum, yanking me towards the cliff edge. The memory of his kiss wasn't just sensual; it was a homecoming and an awakening. It had stripped away the numbness, revealing a depth of feeling I’d buried so deep I’d convinced myself it was dead. But it was alive, ravenous, terrifying. I want him. God help me, I still want him.

They moved together like they had all the time in the world. Liora wrapped her legs around him and held him close as he thrust deep and slow. She moaned his name softly, not out of fear, but because she wanted to. Vesperian groaned against her neck, his movements becoming more urgent. “I don’t want to lose you,” he confessed between kisses. “You have become my weakness, Liora. My only light in all these centuries of darkness.” Those words broke something inside her. She came first, trembling beneath him, whispering his name like a prayer. Vesperian followed right after, burying himself deep as he filled her.

Looking at his child, I couldn’t help wondering, if my Jimmy were still here, would he be that big now? [May 11. I’m almost out of money. Joan won’t give me a cent. We had a fight. I cried until I could barely breathe. I looked at the window and even thought about jumping. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I feel like a sinner.] Joan’s breathing grew more and more labored. Her heart felt as though it were being torn apart, yet she continued reading the journal as a form of punishment. Beneath the entries were countless comments from kind strangers who cared about Jimmy.

Roy then deliberately took Sira's hand. Among the brightly shining stars, Love grew in the silence of the night. In the gentle whisper of the calm wind, The heart trembles, dancing in peace. Every second is like an eternal melody, Uniting in the sacred strains of destiny. The longing engraved in the gaze of the eyes, Becomes the language of the soul that no words can express. Love, like light at dusk, Warm, yet full of secrets. In its embrace, the world feels small, All wounds disappear, all fretting is secluded.

That very summit looked so far away. The wind howled through the lower branches of the majestic trees and through half opened tents. Men gathered around fires, sat and sang songs: Green green grass & willows; Weaving my sorrow. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. Quietly waiting for your return. Quietly waiting for your return. Tell me, my dear. Won't you come home? Won't you come home? Your homeland is longing for thee. Your homeland is longing for thee.