Poem For A Secret Love Novels & Stories

pured love. "My love for you runs deep like the bottomless of the sea. A wind that I can felt, but can never been touched, and a waves that so strong yet almost drown me." He said, and I gasped. "It was the beautiful secret I have for you for that past years." He leaned on me and look at me intently. "Now, you know my mystery."

Stanley will never trust me again if he sees me doing this. But when I am about turn the computer off, I notice a document labeled Molly's poem that piques my interest again. I open it and start reading the poem. "In the shade of the oak, where secrets lay, Our love blossomed like flowers in May. A hidden bond, a whispered vow, This password holds our story now." It suddenly dawns on me that the password might be related to the poem and their shared memories. If there was anything I am good at, it would be interpreting poems. I smile to myself. My art degree is finally going to come in handy.

Each stolen kiss, each secret rendezvous, is a testament to the depths of your love and the lengths to which you are willing to go to be with them. But there is a price to pay for such love. It is a price measured in stolen moments, hidden tears, and shattered dreams. It is a love that exists in the shadows, forever denied the light of day. And as the world outside continues to spin, your love remains a silent, pulsating ache in the recesses of your heart. In the end, the forbidden love you cannot have becomes a haunting melody, a bittersweet symphony that plays endlessly in your soul. It is a reminder that some loves are destined to remain unfulfilled, that the heart can be a cruel master,

She said, “Orien. Your name lingered on my lips like a prayer, a secret I kept hidden from the world. I watched you, enamored by your kindness, your gentle spirit that drew me closer like a moth to a flame. But my affection for you was a forbidden garden, my emotions a tapestry of unspoken words and silent yearning. From the first moment our paths crossed, I felt a connection with you that transcended mere friendship. Your laughter, your compassion, everything about you left an indelible mark on my heart. Yet, my feelings for you remained buried, concealed beneath a facade of camaraderie. As time unfurled its delicate threads, my affection for Orien blossomed into a love I could scarcely con

Eliora said to me, "Why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he put the stars in the sky when he did nothing but break you so god damn much that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes." I laughed softly, "That's the things about love, isn't it? You'll let them get away with murder, even if it's your own." Eliora sighed, "Is that really love?" "I think we could've had something real," I confess. Not just his secret lover. "Maybe I'm wrong but I think he could've loved me." He never told me he loved me for all the years we have been together as secret lovers. Well, I told him he could date other people while he was with me. And to my surprise, he really di

So, she had picked up the letter for the second time and had settled down to read it. Lily Catherine, My love with whom my heart lies. I fear greatly how things would be if you told your father of our ever growing passion. I fear he would stop at nothing to keep us apart. For this, I pray, let the love that burns brightly be our secret till time and chance be on our side. Know that my heart loves thee still. For thine, I am My heart is yours. Even as I lie awake each night and when the sun doth beat upon my weary back, my thoughts are of you. I seek you in my dreams and on the days when my heart is bleak.

I smiled and call his name. “El.” I call for his name. He stopped singing and turned around in my direction. I walked and smile at him. I can see the love and happiness in his eyes. He stood up and open his arms waiting for me to take. As I walked I sing the same song that he always sing for me. And shout to him the message of the song. Yo Te Amo. But suddenly a strong wind blew before he heard what I said. I closed my eyes as the flower petals flew with the wind. When the wind stops I opened my eyes but he’s gone.

God walks along the mirror waters, the fog smelling like honeysuckle. Despite being in here for I don't even know how long, I still don't know where here is. My guess is that it's a secret circle in Heaven that no one has access to, only God. The plane of existence begans to shift, as a ripple in the air appears. It's like water in the sky, and when we pass through it, a cold water rush washes over my entire being.

he agreed, his words wrapped in a warmth that made Isla’s heart swell. The thought of their own secret place, hidden away from the world, made everything feel more real. This was theirs, and no one could take it from them. It wasn’t just a physical place—it was a feeling, a bond between them that no one else could touch. For the first time, Isla allowed herself to believe in the possibility of something truly beautiful, something worth keeping. Their love, hidden for now, was something to be cherished, a delicate secret that she could hold onto until the time was right to share it with the world.

“What do you mean?” I sipped my wine and offered a faint smile. “Nothing. I am too poetic tonight.” He studied me, searching the layers of a face that never revealed pure truth, then gave up as usual and simply clasped my hand. That night, before sleep, I wrote in my secret journal, words I could never say aloud, If truth is a ship, then love is the storm that sinks it. And I am not a sailor who fears storms; I am the sea itself. **