Titles For Poems About Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I thought he would be the man who would marry me despite my condition. I decided to break things up with Rex. As for my nurse… “Miss… I didn't mean to hurt you…” She said while crying. “What?! Are you kidding me?” I shouted furiously. “Is it… is it immoral to love? Am I that sinful just because I gave that man the things you couldn't give him? In a year of being your nurse, I understand what he's been through.” I guided my wheelchair towards her direction, I tried to stand in front of her with all my will. I grasped a post shakingly to stand and to say this to her face:

The garden was love. The light was love. The love was

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied

“I used to think love was about never falling. But now I know, it’s about falling over and over again, with the same person and always choosing them.” The tears slid down my cheeks as I read my mother’s words again. It wasn’t the first time I’d read those words. I mean, they were basically everywhere. Like the New York Times called it, Hannah Ford was a “poetic revolutionary.” But now, I understand those same words differently. I always thought love was a flurry of flowers with sweet-scented nectars perfuming the air, but I was wrong. Oh, I was wrong, and I’d still tell anyone who dared argue the same thing.

So I was reading the one and only book that told me that "Because the more our life was one of love, the more it was sweet, poetic, and painless; or else it was accompanied by sacrifices that increased the love and made one experience the delight of weeping in peace." "The life of love was an interlacing, a poetic crown of sweet sorrow, of sad beauty, of poetry of sorrow and of sacrifice, and this succeeds in being dear, almost sighed for." "Of all your loves, seek those that are more noble. The more sublime the object loved, the nobler the love itself. The more noble the faculty from which love emanates, the sweeter the love."

I just started saying what came to my mind. "I love you. You are all that I need and I will love you till eternity. I will fight with you, for you and together we can do anything. You and I together till eternity. No one can separate us. I love you. I love you. I will never get tired of saying that. I will never get tired of showing you. I love you."

Love. He knows half of the song titles, and a cold and sad sensation is slowly spreading inside of him. He should not listen to these songs, but an invisible pull compels him to. No matter which he chooses, they're about lost love, heartbreak, letting go, and scorned lovers.

"To every lovely lady bright, I wish a gallant faithful knight; To every faithful lover, too, I wish a trusting lady true. A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou. A mighty pain to love it is, And this a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain, Is to love, but love in vain. May we have those in our arms, whom we love in our hearts. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;

theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear the