Romans & histoires Puisi Cinta Dalam Diamku

Annika was then brought to her knees and sobbed uncontrollably. Kurt wanted to explain to Annika everything but he just couldn’t face her. He wanted to hug her and kiss her to let her know and feel that she is the only woman he loved, but that won’t be possible now because he is already married to Ericka. He trembled up to his knees and wished that this was all just a dream. Ericka stood there and felt sorry for Annika as well, but like everyone, she can’t do anything at all in their current situation.

The day didn't pass... The hours..didn't fly.. The minutes..didn't pause... The heart didn't beat till the time I didn't miss you, You were my soul.. My heart... My forever.. But now my body is just a mere ashes.. Living without you in the bare land.. With no signal of love, Wandering all around the dessert looking for the water.. Water of love And more especially you. ____________________________________________________

It was a silent love, born from a fleeting glance at a photograph, yet its resonance within Ejay's heart was profound and indelible. In the quietude of his confinement, Ejay retraced those moments of enchantment, acknowledging the inexplicable magnetism that had drawn him towards Gia's portrait—a love that had taken root in his heart, unfurling silently in the recesses of his soul, and forever etching Gia's image as an ineffable muse in the tapestry of his emotions.

In the silence, our hearts beat as one, our love a symphony, each moment a crescendo. As night enveloped us, our love shone brighter, illuminating every dark corner. We surrendered to the moment, lost in each other, our love consuming us. Tenderness turned to fervor, our love igniting, burning brighter with each passing moment. In the stillness, our hearts became one, our love a single, pulsing entity.

Love was the quiet. And it settled. In every fleeting moment. In every gentle close. In every open palm. The manor rested in love. The garden rested in love. The light rested in love. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. And that was the peace. The one that endured. The one that mattered. The one we were. Together. In every chest. In every softening. In every moment. The light. The love. The rest. Always.

Tere Dil mein thikana rahe Umra bhar (as long as I live, may my abode always be in your heart) Phir Kisi aashiyaane ki parvaah nahin (and I will never care for any dwelling) ae meri zindagi tuu mere saath hai (oh, my life, you are with me;) tuu khudaa hai mera mera imaan hai (you are my god; you are my creed) ishq karna tera mujhpe ehasaan hai (your love is a favor done unto me) tu subah ka ujaalaa mere vaaste (for me, you are the break of morning) tuu mere vaaste dilnashin shaam hai (you, for me, are the enchanted evening) Tere Dil mein thikaana rahe umr bhar (as long as I live, may my abode always be in your heart) Phir Kisi aashiyaane ki parvaah nahin (and I will never care for any dwelli

Raisa wrote a poem entitled in the quiet, she then reread her work. In a lonely corner of the silent night, I hug your shadow in this loneliness. The longing that slices the heart, Flowed with tears that did not stop. In every beat of my heart, There is your name that echoes sadly. The hope that used to strengthen, Now only a painful memory. I walk in empty hallways, Without direction, without light. All the promises you once made, Are now just shadows that disappear slowly. Time passes slowly and cruelly, Leaving deep wounds.

I explained in the most carefree way possible. With a tender smile, Rurac began reciting a poem that held a special place in his heart. I couldn't believe that he had in him, The words danced off his tongue, carrying a melody of emotions. I listened, captivated by the compassion and vulnerability in his voice. At that moment, it felt as if time stood still, and it was just the two of us, lost in the beauty of his words.In you, my love, new life takes hold,A miracle, a story yet untold.

Knowing I picked a classic poetry book from my bookshelf, sat under my duvet and started to get lost in the poems that were written during war time 'My gentle one, with whom someday I shall be happy, we shall have our long walks and our quiet evenings which I dream of every night, when all of this is over, and I am back in your loving embrace. Think of me before you sleep as I'll think of you. My love, My Darling. Please do not fear, I will be home with you again, My beautiful love.' Reading poem after poem I could ignore the squealing and pounding of music beneath me, and I must have been reading for a while as when I peeked out of my window it was now dark.

At dawn, Christina was startled awake by a commotion. She opened the door and saw, in the garden of the neighboring villa, a haggard woman clutching a man's shirt with trembling hands. Her voice tore through the morning air. "Dirk, I've loved you for ten whole years and bore you several children! When we got married, you promised to love me forever! It hasn't even been that long, and you dare to keep a mistress behind my back?" Despite the early hour, many people had already gathered by the lakeside for their morning walks. The scandalous scene unfolded before them, drawing more curious eyes with each passing second.