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Contemplate of mine, Sleepless nights; I crave for reality to be just as pleasant as a tranquil let-up with you in my heart. For the rest of the world, it might be disallowed and forbidden, but true love is divine for the one that lives in its path. You are my sunshine, my destiny, my eternal love, my reality... You are my aspiration, my devotion, my life, my every emotion..... .......................You are my SOUL........................ ____________________________________ The moment of falling in love ____________________________________ It was the first time I felt the divine feelings, How a person can get the feeling of heaven on earth.

But before I could take more than a few steps forward, he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. His warm breath brushed my neck as he held me tightly, as if for fear that I would escape. "Behave, Bianca. Stop making a scene." He pressed me against the table, murmuring "I love you" over and over into my ear. It was the scene I once fantasized about—him reaching the pinnacle of power and declaring his love for me at the highest point of his glory. But why… couldn't I smile? That night, he claimed me again and again, and I cried every single time. My body throbbed with pain, and my heart felt like it was shredded by the memories of everything that had happened at the party.

So dangerous, so beautiful so so. I never thought l could ever in my lifetime ask for something like that. But if l have to die this moment l should thake this only chance to take this opportunity. It is better to die this way than regretting when l am a spirit that l did not even date. For most when we are far in this century where love is no longer an achievement but something so normal for normal people. I felt his breath on my neck as it mingled with mine. Watching him look in my eyes with an expressionless face made me want to try it more. He is looking so damn hot. Ughh l wish we were in a club right now..

I selfishly believed he still loved me. But when Madison appeared, she shattered my illusion. Felix stood up for her time and again, lowering his standards and treating her like a princess. He was like a king, capable of bestowing both pain and happiness. He cruelly transferred all his affection to Madison, leaving me in anguish. He did not want a divorce because I was still his "one true love." But he turned his "one true love" into something mundane and ordinary.

For the first time, he allowed his thoughts to be honest, without defense. I love her, he thought. Not because of loss, but because of a truth acknowledged too late. He didn’t blame James. Nor Emma. He simply understood now that love delayed long enough can become someone else’s—quietly and legitimately. The city where he stood was not unkind. But he knew now: happiness was not about place, but about the courage to be present when asked. In Paris, night descended gently. Lights came on—not to dazzle, but to accompany. Emma sat on a park bench, watching Ethan grow tired and lean against James’s shoulder.

Was he searching for a poem to share with her? She approached him cautiously, a nervous flutter in her stomach. "Alex," she said, her voice a whisper. He turned, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Hazel! What a surprise. I was just thinking about you." "Really?" Hazel asked, her cheeks warming. "Absolutely," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I've been trying to think of the perfect poem to share with you." He pulled out a book, a collection of Rumi's poems, and flipped through the pages until he found one. "This one," he said, reading aloud, "it seems to fit our story."

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour

" Wow... It's really the answer . You truly are genuious , the lady who have you must be blessed." The anchor praised him while he had no reaction. Jessica blushed when she heard the praises. " So let's go for another question. This is not that hard but also not easy likely more higher than the third question." He took another card containing fourth question. " The question is... How many loves do you hear in the peom given." " Love love love my beloved life. I see you in my dream filled with cloverleaf. Love love love my beloved life. You are like my gloves and

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

“He is dead,” a voice whispered in my ear. “No, he isn’t,” I replied. I looked back at the body of the man I once loved, knowing this would be the last time I’d see him. Wondering why our love had to end this way. Truly, he was dead to me.** --- Tears blurred her vision, but she didn’t wipe them away. This poem wasn’t just words. It was her truth. And strangers across the internet were reading it, feeling it, and paying for it.