Poem Of Secret Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Because I had learned something new. Love is not only about how brightly it burns in the good times, but how strong it stands when secrets threaten to snuff it out. And ours had just stepped into the fire.

“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.”

As time unfolds, the memories of this ardent season remain a cherished treasure, a reminder of the exhilarating whirlwind of emotions that characterized their youth. The desire of young love is an insatiable hunger, a yearning that echoes through the chambers of the heart. It's the thrill of secret rendezvous, the poetry of late-night conversations, and the magic of stolen kisses. Every stolen moment is a testament to the intoxicating power of connection, reminding us of the intensity and electricity that accompanied those passionate days.

he asks in a soft, whispering voice, his blue eyes piercing my soul, and I can't deny his request. I clear my throat, feeling a wave of nervousness surge within me. "My love came from afar Over the stars Beyond the horizon My love, my love Your softest kiss Cannot compare to the summer breeze My love, my love Kiss me like the summer breeze" I recite the poem slowly, my eyes fixed on his lips as he moves toward me. As I finish the poem, he comes even closer, his lips almost meeting mine. However, I turn my face, and his lips land only on my cheek.

Being in a secret relationship is tiring and suffocating. "I know," I said, trying to hold myself back from kissing her. "I love you," she whispered. As we stood there, hand in hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of suffocation wash over me. Being in a secret relationship can be exhausting. We always have to keep our love hidden from prying eyes and wary ears. But despite the fatigue, I felt a deep well of love for this woman, who held my hand so tenderly.

It was because in her eyes, I was nothing but the son of her family's victim, a born sinner, a pathetic creature who deserved to be trampled underfoot. A metallic sweetness surged up my throat, and I bit down hard on my teeth to keep from coughing up blood. My eyes burned red, my blood boiling backward, every part of me screaming to tear her apart right then and there. Cassie saw my anguish and laughed even harder. "So? Arthur, is this secret worth trading for my life? Release me and restore everything to the Wynter Group, and I'll give you all the evidence from back then so you can clear your father's name. Otherwise, you'll live with this secret and suffer for the rest of your life! Your f

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.