Love Poem To My Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I even prepared something." Elias looked at the paper. Then at her. "You prepared something." "A love poem. Just — listen. One minute." He said nothing. Which she decided to count as permission. She unfolded the paper. Cleared her throat. "Love is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken." She glanced up at him, then back down. "Love is the fullness of life, like a goblet brimming with wine." She lowered the paper. Met his eyes. "You already drank my love. Can you really say no to me?"

God, I so love this man. ***

He's so strong! I looked up at him and pouted as I spoke. "You didn't even ask 'will you marry me'!" I complained to him. "Hmp! You should be grateful that I love you more than enough already, so yes! Yes, Ero, I'll marry you." And I kissed him on my own. Your love is like the sun That lights up my whole world I feel the warmth inside Your love is like the river That flows down through my veins I feel the chill inside

In the middle of the bouquet, a note tucked delicately in the middle. I reached for it and unfolded the small piece of paper. “The petals whisper secrets in the quiet night, The stars may watch, but you are my sight. Every bloom I send, every fragrance you wear, Is my quiet way to show you I care. Even when shadows creep and fear takes its place, Remember, my heart is only yours to embrace.” I froze. A romantic poem. From him. In his handwriting. Maverick. The man who made my life unbearable while we were married. Sent me. A romantic poem. What's the temperature in hell?

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

Knowing I picked a classic poetry book from my bookshelf, sat under my duvet and started to get lost in the poems that were written during war time 'My gentle one, with whom someday I shall be happy, we shall have our long walks and our quiet evenings which I dream of every night, when all of this is over, and I am back in your loving embrace. Think of me before you sleep as I'll think of you. My love, My Darling. Please do not fear, I will be home with you again, My beautiful love.' Reading poem after poem I could ignore the squealing and pounding of music beneath me, and I must have been reading for a while as when I peeked out of my window it was now dark.

"My Dearest Freya, It is with pain in my heart that I have been summoned to leave to the wild before your return. And how I wish to hold you just one more time before that. As I sit down to pen this letter to you, my heart swells with emotions, and my hands tremble with longing even though you've been just two days away. My love, I want you to know that every shared moment with you in the manor, whispered secret, every stolen glances, and every tender touch are etched in my memory like the intricate patterns on the manor walls. Your beauty shines brighter than the brightest star in the night sky, and your laughter is music that soothes my soul.

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.

They gazed at the sunset, the sky ablaze with hues of orange and pink, as if reflecting the fire that burned within their hearts. "Lily, my love," Ethan whispered, his voice filled with a lifetime of devotion, "we have weathered storms and basked in the glow of triumphs. Through it all, you have been my inspiration, my light in the darkest of nights. I am forever grateful for the love we share."

For in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance... For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind... For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams... For in my dreams you have no end. When I read that poem on a literature collection page online, it hit me too hard because that was actually what I felt towards your Master. I adore him from a distance, kiss him in the wind and hold him in my dreams. Yeah, I know, I'm a coward. Perhaps, just afraid to be rejected. You see your Master was so hard to reach when I'm just an ordinary girl with nothing to offer. He was every girl's dream while no one even notices me.