Poems About Loving Parents Novels & Stories

I whispered. "Our Love Like Heaven" He said, kissed me once again passionately. Thank You God for blessing me with such a wonderful treasure, my husband, my babies and my family with beautiful love. My twins truly are such an amazing and splendid gift from God. I am forever grateful for you God. Mom, I know you are listening from the heavens above. There’s nothing that I value more, than your love. No matter where I am or what I am doing, your memories will always keep me smiling. I miss you, mom and I love you.

Was this truly the King of the Lycan Kingdom that was feared and revered by all? Love was surely something else. As I watched my parents displaying their love, my mind couldn't help but drift to when I was in love with a certain person. I was just too unlucky in the game of love. Just then, I heard my father's singsong voice. “ Darling, here she is. You know you are my life. Am I forgiven?” I watched my mother patting my dad's hair while whispering. “ Of course, cupcake. I will be waiting for you as usual."

My father's love had changed me, had redeemed me, and had set me free. "I love you, Father," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I love you too, my child," he replied, his voice filled with tears. "More than words can say." And in that moment, I knew that I was home, and that I would never be alone again. My father's love would always be with me, guiding me, supporting me, and cherishing me, no matter what lay ahead.

Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to earn money in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They don’t act in the romantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion, “I love you” is too luxurious for them to say. Sending flowers to each other on Valentine’s Day is even more out of the question. Finally my father has a bad temper. When he’s very tired from the hard work, it is easy for him to lose his temper.

she said. Her chest constricted with pain even before she could bring herself to imagine that scene. Tears flowed from her eyes, like water breaking through a dam. It was only human nature to care and love for one’s own children and parents. The loss of any would result in great heartache. All the more so between parents and children who loved and cared for each other greatly. She tightened her arms around Julian’s neck. “Losing one’s parents when young, losing one’s child when old…”

* Love is like the wind; it can be felt, but can't be touched. * **** —- Evans —- As I watched my bride take baby steps towards me with tears in her eyes, I was overwhelmed with memories of the past few months. I was yet reminded of everything that happened, how I hurt the person who had loved me the most after my savior. My parents had claimed they loved me, but did they really? If they did then they would have known that getting divorced will affect me and my younger siblings a whole lot.

Were they thrown into a ditch, or left to rot where they had died? Raiden is silent and the sunlight shining down on us makes warmth roll in through the air, but the heat isn’t sweltering, and even if it is, I don't mind. I think back on the memories of my parents and for the first time, I tell them how much I loved them. I tell them how much I still love them. I tell them that they were the biggest influences in my life and that the influence they had, it won’t be something I take for granted.

Sometimes it's not all about blood but the bond shared, and I fucking loved my parents and all they did for me. "I appreciate you both so much for taking me in and treating me as one of your own. I wish I had found this out under better circumstances, but nonetheless. It doesn't matter that you did not conceive me; you will always be my parents, and I love you both so much. I love you guys to the moon and back," I say, my words full of emotion as tears run down my cheeks. "We love you too," They say in unison, and I could practically feel them smiling.

Daniel dealt with me because I was blinded by my love, and I made a promise to myself never to allow it to repeat itself. This time around, I would make men fall deeply in love with me before I love them."What are you thinking about?” “Nothing. Just random thoughts," I answered. “Does Daniel still talk to his mother?” I asked him. "No. They lost contact when he was still small, I made sure of that because I don't want a woman like her getting involved with my son, in as much as she is his mother, I regard her as a bad influence to Daniel".

I shouted into the empty car, words that didn't make sense, names that tasted like poison on my tongue. My mother had taught me how to love. She had been gone for twenty years, but I still remembered the way she looked at my father before the cancer took her, the way she believed in him with a ferocity that bordered on faith. She had taught me that love was patient and kind, that it endured all things, that it never failed.