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She never wrote poems for guys and he would be the first one. So she started writing it on a sheet of paper. Vikram, Vikram, It's a surprise I met you. I thought you looked like a player, but now I know you can be loyal. I call you my sunshine, because I think you're mine. I don't call anyone endearments, but calling you became my sentiment. You think I cheated on you, but my feelings for you are true. You're the only man I write poems for. I don't know how I can make it mean more.

Dear My Lovely Pink I adopted this poem from the book by Ibn Hazm Al Andalusi entitled. Words of Love from Andalusia. You must have never read it, right? That's why I edited one for you. Read and don't cry when I'm not by your side. "'True love is not the result of a momentary process Not because of coercion But walk and bear fruit slowly Skip the long combination so that the stake is solid After a long journey, steady intention and determination

Somewhere along the way, we had run out of things to say. We used to share everything, eager to tell each other every passing thought. Then we started saying the cruelest things we could think of. And now, we felt like strangers. "Whitney." His voice was rough, breaking the quiet. "Before you came, I thought about what I'd say. I thought maybe…" He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, hacking until blood came up. "I thought, since I'm dying… Maybe I could ask if you'd forgive me."

He inquired, his tone low but filled with curiosity and emotion. "The preacher spoke about love and truthfulness today, and the only one that came to mind was you. You are selfless and truthful. You are bold and do what is right, making me want to do the same. I'll choose you over and over if I have to." He sniffed at the other end of the phone, and I knew he was crying. "I love you, Imela August Garcia. I love you with every fibre of my being and every bone in my body. I love you now and always, and if there was another word stronger than love, that's what I feel. Your happiness is my reward, and your smile is something I could bathe in. Protecting you is an honour, and being able to stand

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

"Come back, Elodie! I don't want anything anymore. Just come back." "It's fine if you don't forgive me. Just come back so I can hug you again… Please…" "You can hear me, right? You love me so much, so I'm sure you can…" I knew that things were over between us, but seeing him like this still made me want to give him a hug. At the end of the day, everything was too late. Why do people only cherish what they have after they lose it? And so, I sat by him and watched as he cried his heart out, sobbing the entire night before he passed out into slumber.

He knew how much she love listening to poem, anytime she was down, poem heals her. "Really? Please tell me. Am dying to hear it." Her face got brightened with a very cheerful smile, "sweety by who?" "Samuel Taylor Choleridge." "Oh. His poems are not bad either." She sat up, leaning on him. He cleared his throat and started. "All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I

I say with a smile on my face, I wasn't lying, it was the truth, I do really love him, and not just for all the powers I see he has, I love him for being him, my prince charming. "I'm going to bring you with me," he says, he promises me again, we've been together for over ten years, we're two lovers, we're two souls that found each other, I believed that there's no real love, that until I met him, he's my real thing.

i reply. His lips twitch at that, and he says "I smell like that... only to you. Because I am yours, I smell like the things you love... Just as you smell unique to me."He tells me. It dawns on me that he must be right, but I never gave the Amore much thought before. "What do i smell like to you?" I ask. He took a deep, slow breath and then said "Cinnamon, freshly baked bread, and wood smoke."