M U S E Of Love Poems Novels & Stories

"Mrs.Han you don't seem to understand, that woman has been his lover for a long time, and then they got married for only three months and then broke up for an unknown reason... it's hard to move on just like that..." "Mom please understand.. it is really hard for Mr.Lee... she is his childhood sweetheart also his wife for only a short time. If I'm in his situation I can just forget everything just because you say so, it is his First Love!" "Haist!! nowadays only a few people believe in those kinds of things... It is up to you if you want to continue your life and be happy or you just want to tie yourself and have a hard life and regret forever!" ALRIGHT, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

Love. Love. Love.

Crafting verses provided her with solace, allowing her to pour her thoughts and emotions onto paper and bring her inner world to life through the power of words. When Mr. Ito commenced reading the poem’s first verse, its profound message about love resonated deeply within the classroom. The poem spoke of a love that transcends boundaries—distance, age, status, gender, or appearance. It emphasized the importance of fighting for love despite the obstacles. As Akira absorbed the words, a realization dawned upon her: it was time to confront Yuki and seek the answers she had been longing for.

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“Oh my lover, my whole world, For you, I fight to come right home I am nothing without your touch, your smile. This war is long, and I can’t say When my weary feet will tread back along the welcome path To my one and only soul, To my angel and my home.

Stella said calming herself by denying everything that crossed her mind. There is nothing fair in life or love. We can fall in love with anyone and we cannot stop it. There is no label in love because love is blind, if only we could choose the people we love we might not be broken hearted, but the beauty of love and its meaning will be lost. There is nothing wrong in love, we only live in the stigma of people who like to judge everything and determine something good and bad. Though there is no white that is not black and there is no black without white.

She was my Ex that made me think love was such a cruel thing. Looking back at all those months I dated Lori, it was nothing but pain and sorrow. I loved her with everything I had: my time, energy and resources but I got nothing else in return other than pains and so much pains. I had felt like I would never survive my last encounter with her. Greg was right, Lori treated me light shit, like I was a nobody. The last time I ever got to hear from her was when she broke up with me.

I whisper. I glance at the clock and jump to my feet. “Oh no! I’m going to be late. Love you!” I grab my bag and dart out the door. Sliding into my Tesla Model S—a birthday gift from Dad last year—I start the engine and play Gracie Abrams' “Mess It Up” on full volume. Her music has a way of pulling at emotions, the same way my mom’s voice used to. Pulling into Rockwell Academy, I park and take a deep breath. “Okay, Lara. It’s senior year. Juilliard is just around the corner. Let’s do this.”