Poem To My Man Novels & Stories

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

Woman; Am the garden you are the farmer. Am your garden...... Man; Am the man for the planting Am the man for the weeding Am the man for the irrigating And in the end girl am gonna be harvesting you. I take my time no more rushing Way you wyne your a blessing. Everytime again and again l should be leading Because am your number one. Am not a scum of man and its no debating. In the end am gonna be your best friend.

I tried to move my body but I feel so cold and frozen I couldn't move. "How can I fucking leave here?" I said to myself frustratingly. I sighed heavily and looked at the moon again. And once again, the full moon reminds me of him. The man I loved so much. The man I longed to be. The man I miss so much. The man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. But now...he's gone. I closed my eyes and whispered; "For the last time...I pray and wish...to you to be back right here in my arms..."

see you at practice, sweetheart. I read it once. Read it again. Read it a third time, because my hands wouldn't stop shaking long enough for the first two to sink in.

made Ethan feel bad, saying, “I apologize, Olga. I swear I will not do it again.” He raises both of his fists in an oath while kneeling in front of her. Olga is ecstatic, but she interrupts him right away, stating, “It is best not to kneel. Ethan, it is not your fault. I too am a human with vulnerabilities. We are both driven by our own impulses, which can be misleading." Adding, "Furthermore, we are still too young to distinguish between filial love and romantic love, alright? Now let us leave, and better wish me luck as I also likewise wish for you.”

I am a person who is going to wait. I am a person who is going to wait, and I am going to wait, and I am going to wait, until the man I love comes home and says the thing he wrote on the sticky note, in the way that men say things out loud to women they love when the men are ready to say the things out loud. I am a person who is going to wait. To be continued...

Life has given you every reason to be guarded, but still, you shine on with a light that is blinding to me. Raymond Mcman. I am speechless. I didn't think twice before going to his office. I handed him the poems. "What is this?" His eyes fixed a gaze on me. "I've known and loved you my whole life." "So you're the Mr Romantic." "Yes, I am."

How don't I know about your agony? My dearest man whom I do not know the name, Forgive me for being weak. A man like you deserves nothing less than a strong woman. And for that, I promise I will become the woman you need, as I am the one you want. My joy, my melody, my happiness, and mine, nothing compares to your eyes. Nothing compares to your hands. Nothing compares to your heart. I hold all the gratitude to you. And for that, I shall go. I shall pursue the path of mine. And at least I shall know who you are, who I am, and what purpose I have in life.

Now I understand what my dad meant when he said that love doesn't just bring weakness but also strength. Mani was my weakness and strength. My way out of the darkness is through her; without her, I would be thrown back into that darkness again. I didn't know how long I had been in the cold shower, so I turned off the shower and stepped out of the bathroom with a towel stripped around my waist. I walked into the closet, pulling out a white T-shirt and black trousers before putting them on and sprayed a little bit of my cologne. I walked out of the warehouse and back to the hotel to look for the only person who makes my dark heart beat. My little temptress

She read the poem again, this time with distance: --- **My touch no longer raised goosebumps. My presence went unnoticed. I stopped existing in his world, yet he still lived in mine. I shook him harder, hoping he’d remember me, remember what he felt the first time, even if just once. Maybe he’d turn around and say he was sorry, say he never meant to hurt me. I screamed his name louder and louder, each cry falling on deaf ears. No movement. No response. Only silence. I stared at the man I would’ve burned bridges for,