Poems Of Deep Love の小説・ストーリー

She spat, "That has nothing to do with you. At least I'm a willing party even if he lies to me." She quietly looked at him as the soft light radiated on his exquisite face, bringing out the depth of his eyes. She showed no signs of backing down or raising her voice in a heated argument; she spoke calmly, "I love him, so I don't care about everything else. You're right—love makes people blind. I don't need you to show me who he really is. Even if he's useless, weak, or doesn't care about me, I still love him all the same."

It was already dark and the streets were silent. The snow slowly began to fall. I love snow falls. Though I am born in Dehradun and have seen snow since young but my love for snow never lessened. Today morning I went to my best friend, Ananya's house. We're friends since kindergarten. Our families also have a very good bonding. Ananya is a fun loving girl and is also a tomboy. She is overprotective towards me and sometimes she behaves like a brother. Whenever I visits her house, the time flies by real fast. Even today I didn't knew that it was already dark. Ananya insisted a lot to drop me home, but I refused her. As my house was not that far from her house. Just 20 minutes walk.

Till then share your views. With love, Author The Cloud. (Didn't find a good translation for the above poem. It tells about eternal love.)

I hated seeing him cry. “I love you, Colleen,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Thank you for walking that hard and painful road for me. Because of that, I felt what everlasting love truly is, with you. I love you, Colleen McLahlin.” “And I love you too, Mr. Jared McLahlin.” This time, it was I who leaned forward to kiss him. It was the sweetest kiss of all. The kind that carried the weight of every memory, every tear, and every piece of love we had ever shared.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

He leaned forward; his hands clasped tightly to her while he suddenly began to recite some lines of a poem. “I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body” Emelda was blushing, smiling, and throwing herself to and fro. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me. I will definitely bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person too and we will have us twice as much love and everything” he kissed her twice and said “Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives awa

A piece of paper was tied to a rock, which had been thrown through the window. “Who the fuck sends messages like this.” I hissed as I bent down to pick the paper up. My hands as I untied the paper and read the message written on it: "Meet me in the woods tomorrow night, alone. I know what you did. -A friend" A chill ran down my spine as I read the words. Who could have written this? And how did they know about Damien's death? The voice in my head sneered, "A friend? More like an enemy, Raven. What have you gotten yourself into?"

Being a mother, a wife, a true friend, Bringing warmth to this family. In the invisible sweat, There is a love that never fades. She gave up her dreams for a moment, For the sake of other happiness. Night falls, he is still awake, Waiting for the return of the idol. Welcoming with a smile and a warm embrace, Even though fatigue hung over her eyes. Countless tears fell, In the silence of the deep night. But he remained strong, Keeping the fire of love always burning. Every advice and tight embrace, Was a form of sincere love.

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.