Love Poems For A Secret Lover 소설 & 이야기

“This is a letter I wrote to the man I love. I never sent it. But tonight, I’m reading it. Because silence never protected me. And I’m done hiding.” He looked down. Read slowly. Voice cracking in parts. “Dear Nathan. We kissed last night. For real. Not a mistake. Not a slip. I’ve written a hundred versions of this letter, but none capture how right it felt, or how wrong I know it is. God, Nathan, why does love feel like drowning?” “And yet, when I’m with you, the world slows down. For a moment, I forget the shame. I forget the fear. I just feel... home.”

he asks in a soft, whispering voice, his blue eyes piercing my soul, and I can't deny his request. I clear my throat, feeling a wave of nervousness surge within me. "My love came from afar Over the stars Beyond the horizon My love, my love Your softest kiss Cannot compare to the summer breeze My love, my love Kiss me like the summer breeze" I recite the poem slowly, my eyes fixed on his lips as he moves toward me. As I finish the poem, he comes even closer, his lips almost meeting mine. However, I turn my face, and his lips land only on my cheek.

Putting the forms away in my locker, I checked the time, and I was five minutes late for my meet-up with Ryan. Knowing I was late, I made my way to an abandoned office on campus not too far from my department. That was our secret meeting place. Getting there, I looked around to make sure no one was around. When I was certain about that, I entered and locked the door behind me. I turned around to find Ryan standing by the window looking out. I made my way over to him, tiptoeing, and hugged him from behind when I got to him. “You’re late, babe. Thought you weren’t going to make it,” he said while turning around to face me with his hand on my waist.

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.

Taking a deep breath, I begin to recite the verses, my voice carrying the weight of emotion and love: "In a world adorned with petals of grace, Where love blooms in the secret space, I find a fragrance, pure and divine, In your essence, my beloved, you shine. Like Tuberose in the moonlit hour, Your love embraces me with gentle power. Through each stanza, your heart reveals, A love that time nor distance conceals. In your eyes, I see the stars align, Guiding me towards love so fine. Your touch, a symphony upon my skin, Igniting flames that burn from within. With every word, you paint a scene, Of love's passion, forever serene. In the garden of our souls, we entwine,

Nearly always to prove to a woman they loved her. When I am certain she is asleep I place the book down and start reciting. I used to need the book, now the sonnets are committed to memory. I hold my sleeping queen and recite endless poems of adoration. About how my world only started turning when we collided like disobedient stars. How bread did not nourish my spirit, how I roamed, starved until her soul met mine. How she is my sweetest secret and proudest boast. A gentle thief in the night for she has taken everything and left me with nothing but my bliss.

“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

I squart and pick it up. "Funny how your sassy mouth tasted just the way I imagined. You taste so good, like strawberries deeped in honey." ❤️ from your genuine secret admirer -OEL