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I genuinely adore this beauty, but there's something else that my eyes wanted to see, and I became quite bucked up when I saw a piece of paper. I opened it and read the notes. "Just like these yellow daffodils in an empty garden, your smile also paints my world with the brightest colors." I chuckled after reading that pick-up line. "I didn't know that he could be this cheesy." Yup! The Garren Montreal has been writing me some pick-up lines along with the flowers he gives me like a high school student who's confessing to his crush. It's cringe-worthy, but again, there's this weird, indescribable bliss that I feel because of these simple letters. It makes me desire to always look forward to th

For you only, I'll bring with me, O my beloved, a collection of sixteen seasons of rain. [Sixteen seasons of rain is a poetic way to say that the heroine is so-called 'sweet sixteen'. Interestingly, solah saal ke saawan gives has the same alliteration effect that is there in sweet sixteen. Also, despite the cliche on the years, the line seems quite lovely.] hold it with care, this thread is thin. It's the first day of the seven lives (I'm going to be with you for). I'm one end of the thread, and the other is yours.

She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying. "Are you sure you want to know, it's rather boring," "I don't think you have the ability to bore me, Hannah," she replied her words probably meaning a lot more to me than it did to her. "The line is actually from Sappho 16, it is a love poem, the genre for which Sappho is actually best known, it praises the beauty of the narrator's beloved, Anactoria and expresses the speaker's desire for her now that she is absent. It makes the case that the most beautiful thing in the world is whatever one desires," I explained looking over to her and she smiled.

“My royal highness, my prince, Prince Mharl, I missed you. Please fight to live. We still need you. I made a song for you. Please sing with me.” You Are the Apple of My Eyes When I first see you, You are shining, so I Can’t touch you, but show my heart You make me blush and happy. I like and love you, dear You are my song, I write The piano I hold The subject of my poem. Chorus: I love you tenderly, My flowers that bloom here You are the greenery The apple of my eye. Tom, today, and the future I promise to cherish you. You are cherished and loved

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

“And if I fail to give you 100 chemistry pickup lines?” “I will get to that later so do we have a deal?” “Yeah, I guess we do.” Dwight said as he brought his hand for a handshake. And that’s how my problems started, I thought he wouldn’t actually give me a 100 pickup lines, because for a while, he kept quiet and I thought I was victorious, hell I was already making planes of what I will tell him to do, but I didn’t know that he was just getting ready, now we are on number 84 and I have never been so frustrated since that holdup in traffic five years ago in Senegal. I already told him to stop, but his smart reply was we had a deal…. I made a deal with the fucking devil.

Picking it up I plant a kiss on it. "He loves me " I pluck out one petal "He loves me not " I pluck out another "He loves me " pluck "He loves me not " pluck "He loves me " pluck "He loves me not " pluck "He loves me " pluck "He loves me not " pluck "He loves me " plucking out the last petal I squeal out. I knew he loved me

Her eyes narrowed into thin slits as her head slightly tilted towards the hanging chart. “As I read the entire poem – it is important to note the possible details. The eighth line was the one we needed to interpret. For it says ~ Until beyond… what could it be? ~, which was connected to the ninth line ~ That she wanted to say, reciprocating love in reality? ~ The clue starts with the tenth to the twelfth line that says: ~ Thy complete word in every significant possession found ~ ~ In every possible line. ~ ~ In just one, two, three… just five. ~

You're full of surprises, I hope you don't clone. You're truly special, in a very unique way, I know you're expensive, for last month, I must pay. I must say, I'd never trade, You seem determined, when I am afraid. I do love you, a super great deal, Your humorous ways, certainly heal. You better place, this poem in a frame, Otherwise, I'll just change the name. Just remember, you're my special daughter, Now please be kind, and bring me some water.

It's been written to death. "No, June is immortal," cried Emily suddenly, a mutinous sparkle replacing the strained look in her eyes. She was not going to let Mr Carpenter have it all his own way. But Mr Carpenter had tossed June aside without reading a line of it. "'I weary of the hungry world'--what do you know of the hungry world?--you in your New Moon seclusion of old trees and old maids--but it is hungry. Ode to Winter--the seasons are a sort of disease all young poets must have, it seems--ha! 'Spring will not forget'--that's a good line--the only good line in it. H'm'm--Wanderings--