Poem To My Man Novels & Stories

Rim dear it's grandma writing. Ignore my poor handwriting dear. You know l dont usually write.And l hate it too. But for you l have to do it. I don't know if you are aware of how worthy of a living did you make my old days. That's the main reason to write this note. Am happy that l was able to meet you first before anyone else could do.At that time l really didn't know that am taking a blessing and happiness home. Am so pleased with you my dear. Even if l die now, am very contented with everything. My once arrogant and rude grandson is nolonger acting like one. Haha you put him in his place.Thank you darling

My smile widened when I saw the scented rose-themed card with a handwritten poem, and I rushed to read the content. Lost and Found In the large space of time, I wandered lost, devoid of you. But then I saw, through shadows cast, The light of you, my love, at last. I once was blind, consumed by pride, and rage, Until you came again and brought me light. Your love, a beacon shining bright, Guided me back and made wrongs turn right. Now that I've found you again, hear my plea, Stay in my arms. I vow to cherish, love, and hold, Our future bright, our story told.

My chest tightened, and my hands itched to force the truth out of him. I pushed on. “Do you remember the gardens? The afternoons we ran until we collapsed in the grass? Do you remember the nights I cried, and how you were the only one who hugged me?” “At least try, try and remember something”. I screamed out of desperation. He gave nothing back, just a small tilt of his head. My chest burned with anger, frustration, and despair. The boy I had loved and trusted for so many years was gone. In his place stood a calm stranger, acting a part that didn’t feel real.

The woman said in a sad tone. “And it is home.” The man said cheerfully while Penn laughed. “Indeed, home is the best place for us all, no matter the appearance of this home.” Penn adds as the man nodded his head. “You are welcome to visit anytime, our home is always opened not you, not just our house.” The man offered with his wife bobbling her head in agreement with her husband's words. “Thank you for your gracious offer.” Penn said humbly while Rima rolled her eyes.

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

She started out by saying, “This poem is called Unapologetically Me. We go through different things in life that cause us pain. We have people in our lives, who make it their mission to try to break us or destroy us, but we are stronger than that. So, I dedicate this to all of us who have ever been through heartache and survived.”

It enchanted me the first day that I met you, and it does until this very day. Just bringing that memory to the surface, the first time we met… My beloved, can you remember that clearly? I was at such a loss for words. A man that did not know how to treat or even how to say a word to such a true beauty. You captivated me from the firth moment that my eyes laid on you. My beloved, you are my poison. You are the one thing that I will never get enough of. You have been the death of me so many times, and I will keep dying those little deaths, for you are the only woman that has been my perfect undoing.

You recall that guilt I felt earlier on, multiply it by ten. I wanted to pull him close and tell him I didn't mean to hurt him, tell him that I loved him and hoped he would stop treating me like a child but like a woman, but I didn't. I left Channel in the kitchen, and walked straight down the hallway, reached my room and slammed the door shut. My chest was still heaving. My hands were trembling. You are not my father. The words replayed in my head a dozen times. And all I could remember seeing was the hollow, defeated look that had washed over Ley’s face. It made my throat tighten.

(If felt like You are a piece of mine, I am incomplete without you My story is incomplete without you) **** I think these shayaris are written freshly and I am loving every shayari. Tears are not stopping from my eyes. I am a crying mess. Crying and laughing at the same time. Kitna samjhaya is dil ko Is ishq wishq me mat padna Par ye mann, mann hi mann mein Manmaaniyaan kar betha. (How much I taught this heart, Don't fall in love But this heart didn't listen to me And fell in love)

I tell him. “No,” Colton shakes his head. We sit on the bed together. “Do you remember that poem, ‘The Highwayman’?” “Yeah,” I smile. “It’s one of my favorites. Sad but the refrain is amazing.” “Watch for me by moonlight, Look for me by moonlight, I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell shall bar the way,” Colton recites. I can’t help but smile. “That’s it!” “That is how I feel about you. There is everything pulling us apart, away from each other, but I will always come to you. I will always find away back. I’m the highwayman. Imperfect, criminally so, but you are my home my Bess.”