Poem For A Secret Love Novels & Stories

To think she loves me. Hearing those words come from the lips of an angel, puts me in seventh heaven. I will love her in ways that she has never been loved before. For more reasons, she has ever been told. For longer as she will ever remember. For more than she can possibly deserve. I will show her more love than she ever thought existed in me. But now she has a secret. Coming from a man with secrets, secrets are sometimes better left untold. But is this something I would like to hear?

Moving closer to it, she saw a note by the side and immediately, she picked it up to read. Hey Make sure you eat the breakfast okay? I specially cooked it for you. Don't throw it away or throw silly accusations at me that I poisoned the meal cause it's not poisoned. I left your home early this morning for work. You know... T^T. So make sure you eat and also prepare for work and for me especially because I am bent on actually falling in love with you. From your love Ryan After reading the note, she giggled out loudly. She then dropped the letter, to open the dish. She picked up the spoon to eat.

"In the shadows of my heart, you linger there, A love unspoken, a silent prayer. A distant crush, I can't deny, These feelings are hidden, but they won't die. Ohhhh, dear crush....my secret flame, In my heart, you hold a treasured name, How I wish I dared to say what's inside, But these words remain locked, a love I can't confide. I watch you from afar, a dream I can't touch, A bittersweet longing that I can't discuss. I dream of moments we could share, But you're a star, too distant to make you mine. Ohhhh, dear crush....my secret flame, In my heart, you hold a treasured name, How I wish I dared to say what's inside, But these words remain locked, a love I can't confide. So, here I stand, m

Either We get married or not. That was so confusing. "What are you saying??" "I am saying that I transferred this house paper and this house is now all yours. it's just a small wedding gift." "But shouldn't you be telling me this secret on our wedding night??" I curiously asked

The man who had been by my side through thick and thin, through medical school, through failed relationships, through every single triumph and disaster life had thrown my way. The man I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with. The lyrics weren't just about gratitude. They were about love. Unspoken, unrequited, simmering beneath the surface for years. The "secrets I keep" weren't just secrets. They were the agonizing words I could never bring myself to say, the confession I feared would shatter our friendship. I hope he wasn't watching the stream right now, but maybe he was laughing along with everyone else, oblivious to the truth hidden within the melody.

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.

and the sad part is that I had a helping hand in it" I did it to myself maybe that's why my love is forever destined to remain a secret I smiled brushing her plum red lips with my hand they were so soft tempting me to kiss her" “I love you” I whispered behind her air brushing her hair to the side I couldn't tell her because I already knew the outcome' I always have" that's why I chose the cowardly way out" and that is burying my feeling so deep that they wouldn't resurface But have I really succeeded when I keep finding myself in her bedroom night after night even when it was empty" I kept clinging on to the scent of her presence

“Forty years together and they still sneak out, to make love in hiding like back when we were young.” His words pulled a shaky giggle out of my mouth. He kissed my head, standing up. “I’m going to fetch what was left in the gardens.” “But they’ll see you!” “Don’t worry, I’ll stay low,” he grunted. “I don’t fancy seeing them at it.”

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.

Then I went back to my room and sat on my childhood bed and pressed my hands over my face and breathed through the feeling that was expanding in my chest – too big for my ribs, too complicated for my vocabulary, too real for a girl who’d trained herself to expect less. I opened my laptop at 2 AM. The cursor blinked in the dark. I wrote. About a boy who calls a woman he barely knows twice a day to ask about a girl he can’t reach. Who never mentions it. Who carries his love like a secret he’s keeping from the person it belongs to – not because he’s ashamed of it but because he doesn’t know how to hand it over without dropping it. About the difference between someone who loves you loudly so the