Novel & Cerita Poem On Unconditional Love

“It should be a privilege to be able to say "I love you" to someone. It shouldn't be something people say just because they feel like it. A privilege that is earned. They say you have to earn the right to be loved; no, love is unconditional, if you love someone, they don't have to earn it. But. The right to tell someone that you love them? That has to be earned. You have to earn the right to be believed. C. JoyBell C.~

She loses the crinkle in her eyes, "Then you don't know love at all, Axel; love is something you give without holding back, something unconditional and unfathomable." Her voice changes from high to low; she talks based on what she experienced, but I speak differently. The only love I know is my mother's love for me. That's what true love is, a maternity type of love. "You have such an ideology for love far from reality; look, Irene, I'm delighted that you found the kind of love you need, good for you, not in my case." Irene sighed before she responded to me, "I hope you find true love soon; it's the most powerful and wonderful thing in the whole won't world; it would be a shame not to experi

"Thank you Isabelle,I vow to...always treasure you,no matter what the circumstances is I promise to always stand by you,to support you till death do us part,You know I get to marry the woman of my dreams and I'll never let her go" "I vow never to deviate,never to falter in our love,for as long as the sun shines in the day and the moon and stars shine at night so would our love survive,I promise,I promise to honor you,your dreams,to encourage your fulfillments,to support you and accept you and our little bundle of joy..."His gaze settle on her stomach. "Unconditionally, Once again thank you" He look at her. "Thank you"

“But I want the connection. I want to know that when I’m in a dusty café, exhausted and out of battery power, I have a family who will choose trust over force. I want the unconditional love you and Mum finally built.” “It’s yours,” I promised, my voice raspy. “It is yours forever, without condition or contract. You have my unconditional blessing to define your own path, your own success, your own contribution to this world. And I will support it quietly, from a distance, with nothing but pride.” She reached across the table, took my hand, and squeezed it hard. “Thank you, Papa. That means more than any building.” “It means more to me than any building, too,” I agreed, feeling the final, heav

"I even prepared something." Elias looked at the paper. Then at her. "You prepared something." "A love poem. Just — listen. One minute." He said nothing. Which she decided to count as permission. She unfolded the paper. Cleared her throat. "Love is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken." She glanced up at him, then back down. "Love is the fullness of life, like a goblet brimming with wine." She lowered the paper. Met his eyes. "You already drank my love. Can you really say no to me?"

"Yeah." "I'm glad you said that. Love is not what you do or who you are or who you were. Love is not traded by barter, love is affection. Care. Unconditional affection that I choose to give to you for who you are, not who are capable of being or who you were, who you are. And maybe in the past you killed someone or you stole something, I don't care what it is. I just want you, I want to give you that life that I am feeling and from everything I experience when we are together I know that is what you want to give me too." "It is."

She had even copied sentences from it into her diary. “I have for the first time found what I can truly love—I have found you.” At the time, she had thought naively that her story with Henry would turn out differently. But the world did not give so many things that turned out as expected. “No. I don’t read it anymore,” she said. Her voice was so low that the wind and snow almost swallowed it. “I don’t deserve something this good right now.” Jett stayed still. He watched her quietly. His eyes were dark, but they did not have the cold, condescending look that Henry had. They were calm and deep, as if they could hold every hidden wave.

They were alone in the room and the silence was killing Zeenas looking at Haya's miserable condition. The only thing which could be heard was the beeping sound. "Haya." She whispered but no answer. She didn't speak further as she hugged Haya crying hysterically. Longing hurts but sometimes it shows the true importance that a person has in your life Without zeenas knowledge Haya squeezed her eyes tightly but she wasn't able to open it, her body felt numb, she couldn't move a muscle but hardly she moved a finger. Love does not necessarily mean to be your spouses but it could be an important person who could mean the world to you, and that is called unconditional love for a best friend.

“It’s really not what I meant.” He grabbed a towel off the dresser. “Then what did you mean? That I’m too heartless and cold to understand what unconditional love is?” He turned around, the white towel gripped in his hand. “If I didn’t understand what unconditional love was, then I wouldn’t be risking my life to avenge my mother. I wouldn’t still love her despite what she did to put food on the table.

Denied all the freedom because of business and profits, how I wish that love is more powerful than elitism. Love is not a walk-in-the-park kind of activity despite it being unconditional. It does not happen for you buddy unless you are prepared to sacrifice. Assume the fruits of love were so easy to harvest, we would all be partying from Monday to Monday by now and stop numbing our pain with food, drugs, and alcohol.