Poemas De La Luna Y El Amor の小説・ストーリー

"At the bustling sound of the frost early in the morning, I woke up from my sleep and it was still pitch black I sat by myself and gazed through my window at the moonlight that grows darker I worry the flowers I picked aside for my beloved will start to wither Under the stars in the long, long night Only the unfinished night seems to be passing. I see my beloved face from within those weeping willows. Even if I look and look at her, I don't seem to get enough. Even if she's standing under the bright moon in the dead of the night, the shadow of my beloved would come into my yard. A matchless beauty is left within my heart."

Their love showed the world that with time your patience may run out ,but love won't. Love was ,is and will always remain Just like the moon in the sky. Moon and love are akin. They both have faults but are still a sight of beauty. During day or night, In light or in dark. They both may not be visible to the eye all the time but are always there. They may get veiled by dark clouds sometimes. They may flow down in the form of teardrops or rain. But in the end the sky will clear, the night will arrive and again moon will be visible to the naked eye.

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

To the Moon that Doesn't Answer, In the silent night, the moon refuses to answer, In the dark sky, the stars are hidden, This heart is glued in sadness, Lost love, covered in mist, The flowers bloom without fragrance, Wounds engraved on the heart, Time goes on, but my heart The longing imprisoned in words, Late, unspoken, left behind, The love I offered, like the wind, Passing without a trace, leaving without a trace.Every second, every breath, is a Endless tears, In the dark, I look for a glimmer of hope, But all I meet are shadows. To the moon that does not answer, To the stars that are hidden, I leave this sad story, Of love rejected, yet eternal. On a path full of doubts, I walk heavily,

Emotions pour into the open sky, A symphony of heartache, a whispered sigh, Love's complexities, bittersweet, In the shadows, our souls do meet. I curl up in the cradle's embrace, Thoughts like constellations in space, A canvas of feelings, a universe to mend, Longing for a love that seems to transcend. The night winds whisper my name, Echoing my longing, my silent claim, My heart, a celestial light in the dark, Guiding me through love's intricate arc. In the night's quietude, I find release, My tears are a testimony, a plea for peace,

It was a huge, unmistakable promise to close his eyes out in the open and howl for her. “I love you,” she added, howling the way she had at Sirens all that time ago. She wanted everyone to know, her message made. Her heart’s song touched all she could reach and then some, but the energy that left her, climbed into the sky like a rocket. “I love you too,” he inhaled, then howled once more. Their volley of affections raged on well into the night, even after her throat had gone raw and needed a break, she still howled.

The sting of tears hovered just beneath my skin. “Come on, Lyra! Don’t show weakness in front of a man when you’re trying to prove a point. Don’t let him get to you. I’ll come visit if I have to—before this month is over,” I heard her say, her voice soft and soothing. I pictured her holding me close, whispering everything would be okay. One month? How could I tell her Damon wanted me tethered like a puppet for far longer? “I’ve tried so hard to run from this feeling. Just when I think I’m free, it crashes down on me again. He hates me so much he won’t just let me be happy.”

Yet through it all, they stand united, their love shining like a beacon of hope in the vast expanse of the universe. For theirs is a love that knows no bounds, a love that transcends the limits of mortal understanding. It is a love that has endured through the ages, a love that will continue to burn bright for all eternity, lighting up the night sky with its eternal flame. In their celestial union, the Moon Goddess and her mate are the epitome of balance and harmony. Each complements the other in ways that defy explanation, their strengths and weaknesses perfectly aligned like the intricate patterns of the stars.

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