Nursery Rhyme Ring A Ring A Roses Lyrics Novels & Stories

Rose As tears start to fall from my eyes, I remain frozen at my spot; somehow surprised to hear his voice. My eyes wandering around—trying to find if he's actually here, watching me but I see nothing, causing me to cry even more. I want to hear more of him, I want to hear from him, I want him here. ''How's my Rose?''

Ella POV - I was totally flipped out of my mind as I took the rose from him. I didn’t know my eyes were moist until Simon put the ring on my left ring finger and rubbed his thumb lightly on my cheeks to wipe away those tears. And the next moment his lips were on me kissing softly.

I clicked the first picture, which made them cast a glance at me. "Oh, no! Wait!" Rose quickly pulled her hand back when John was about to put the ring on her finger. "What happened?" John and I asked Rose in unison. "I'm in my pajamas and I don't even have makeup on my face while he is well dressed. I don't want to look ugly in the pictures," Rose whined. Mike and I burst into a fit of laughter. "Baby..." John said softly. "You look beautiful. Now, please let me put this ring on your finger. I can't stay in this position any longer. My knee is hurting."

I am …’’ ‘‘Young girl, when will you stop being careless? I told you this Ring is important to you and me, you can’t go outside without it, but you keep on misplacing. Next time I will punish you when you lose it.’’ Grandma Diana said as she handed the ring to Aubrey though with a smile. She was not sad, she was just trying to make Aubrey so careful with it.

🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 (Chorus) 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 Oh, Tuberose, your words surround me, A symphony of emotions, a love song set free. With every turn of the page, I'm lost in your embrace, In this melody of longing, your essence I chase. 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 (Verse 2) ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ Through the nights and the days, your presence remains, A constant companion, igniting dormant flames.

With that, she carefully slid the ring onto my finger, her hand trembling just like mine had moments before. Once the ring was finally on my finger, we looked at each other again. “Poppy, remember this: I will never get annoyed or tire of you. And even if you feel like you have nothing to offer me, that's okay. Just stay by my side, and I’ll be happy for a lifetime.” I gently wiped away the tear that had rolled down her cheek. “There, there. Don’t cry. My heart aches every time I see tears in my baby’s eyes.”

“Yes. Of course, yes.” I slid the ring onto her finger. The silver looked pale against her skin, and she laughed again, a sound that spun through the garden and wrapped around us like wind through the trees. I rose, keeping her hand in mine, and pulled her close. She leaned into me, and the world narrowed to the scent of roses, the shimmer of moonlight, and the warmth of her presence.

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

She blinked, adjusting to the light, and then— she gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth as she turned in a slow circle, taking in the sea of roses—red, pink, white—blooming in perfect harmony. The petals glowed under the sun, the garden alive with color and fragrance. "Rami…"Her voice was barely a whisper. "This is… for me?"