Love Poems For A Secret Lover Novels & Stories

“What does it suppose to mean?” “You sound like a British Lord Kentworthry right now, and not the down-to-earth, but broody American bartender Forrest Wood I knew.” I took his hand and kissed his knuckles. “Don’t worry. My heart still beats for one person. British or American, I know deep in my heart, I only love the same person and the same man right in front of me.” “I do love you even you curse a lot and don’t filter. It’s you who I fell in love with—all in one package. And I will still love you no matter how dirty your mouth can be.”

Ryan says. "No. I can't." I say as I shake my head. "Why?" Ryan asks and I see a hurt look in his eyes. "Because even if that break up was fake, I can't stop thinking what if the next one would be real. And I know that I won't be able to take that kind of pain again. There was a time when I loved having private moments with you but this secrecy is not what I want anymore. There used to be times when I wanted to let the world know you are my boyfriend and I am the only one who has the right to you. But I didn't want you to be forced into it. But not anymore. We girls always start weaving dreams when we fall for someone and I did that too. I weaved so many of those dreams that day and it got s

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?

Just like how safe I feel when he's near. ["Eternity": Grafting successful after seventeen tries! The heart-shaped pattern in the petals can only be seen under specific lighting! This is our secret! Just like how I love him—only I know how deep it goes! Only I know how much space he takes up in my heart!] He turned page by page, his heart being cut like by knives. Each entry was another wound, another realization of what he'd destroyed. Until he reached the last section about the most precious and unique "Love's Poetry" series.

Each verse echoed sentiments of longing and the pain of my own love story. Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" 'Cross the room your silhouette Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy And it was enchanting to meet you All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you The lingering question kept me up

Eliora said to me, "Why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he put the stars in the sky when he did nothing but break you so god damn much that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes." I laughed softly, "That's the things about love, isn't it? You'll let them get away with murder, even if it's your own." Eliora sighed, "Is that really love?" "I think we could've had something real," I confess. Not just his secret lover. "Maybe I'm wrong but I think he could've loved me." He never told me he loved me for all the years we have been together as secret lovers. Well, I told him he could date other people while he was with me. And to my surprise, he really di

"I was reincarnated because of your eyes Forest under eyelids The ember we lit in February Remained in my heart But how long do I have to hide? How long will it take for me to finally say the words? The words that swirl on my lips Waiting for other lips to free them The rivulet on your palm Flows in my heart as well" "Shit!" "Why?" I asked. "I put his name at the back of the paper." He put his palm on his face. Mark started to recite another poem. "When I put my lips on yours I felt real love The love that I have been looking for You don't have to hide Because I like you from the start Don't force the words to leave your lips The answer is not a kiss

She felt like hiding in a hole right now. "But your provoked me at first," "No i didn't. I just wanted you to know that you are my sweetheart," "Don't call me your sweetheart, or darlin, or anything," "Well, you are under a punishment. I can call you anything I want. (sighs) so what style do you like um?" "What dl you mean by that," "Just take a look at your delicate virgin P staring right at my face," he clearly said the P for her to understand what he meant.

But with each stolen moment, the walls around them seemed to close in, the tension rising like a gathering storm. Their encounters became more daring, fueled by a desperate desire to savor every stolen second. The hidden garden, a sanctuary of blossoming flowers and moonlit whispers, became their refuge. Celeste's heart fluttered as she approached their secret meeting spot, the anticipation mingling with a hint of fear. The shadows danced around them, casting a veil of secrecy over their forbidden love.

The heat building between us. "I love you, Nerezza, as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." He whispered finally and our lips met. Small gasps echoed in the ballroom but they all faded away. Became nothing more than insects buzzing in the distance. I was lost to him at that moment. We pulled away and I smiled up at him. "I don't think our love is a secret any longer."