Yearning Poems Novels & Stories

Whenever I think about you, I Ooh Hate that love is so fleeting, yet unable to extricate myself from it Ooh Leaving only those initial feelings, and the ending of my imagination Ooh Hate that love is so fleeting, yet unable to extricate myself from it Ooh Leaving only those initial feelings, and the ending of my imagination Ooh Yearning's no use, for eternal love is just a farce Ooh What should I seek then? Ooh Yearning's no use, for eternal love is just a farce Ooh What should I seek then? Ooh Yearning's no use, for eternal love is just a farce Ooh What should I seek then?

On the endless path of waiting I wanted to turn back, But my steps halted, When the memories of him hit me This path might be long and endless, But the nostalgic feelings were overbearing Clenching my fists and Tightening my heart, I let out a long breath And sighed heavily There is nothing A person in love cannot do My heart skipped a beat, With every step on the long path Just thinking about you Force me to forget about The long tiring journey Filled with thoughts My journey turned shorter and shorter

They were our anchor in this chaotic storm. But as she looked back at the barrier, a palpable ache seeped into my being. It was a yearning so deep it clawed at my very essence. She was desperate, consumed by an insatiable longing to reach Ray, her mate. It was a yearning that cut through every fiber of my being, yet my human side remained numb to it.

It held the promise to heal the void left by Anna's departure. Lyza's allure lingered persistently in my thoughts, akin to an everlasting melody resonating deep within my soul. I acknowledged that the path ahead would not be bereft of challenges, yet I was resolute in navigating them. My yearning to unravel the depths of Lyza's being, to truly comprehend her essence, drove me. I longed to explore the potential for our connection to blossom into something profound and timeless.

Rolling gently up to repeatedly break upon Magical banks girdling Nivians lakeshore. For what be this odd muse That upon my aging senses does so readilyEnthuse...And to my inner soul so inextricably Implore? Ahhh...But this much I may be allowed to Say, Before darkly gathering skies extinguish Over weak flames of the last spluttering Ray, Perhaps it is our inner voice That seeks out the solitudes of Tranquilities choice - To witness and record and dutifully store... Those rare and fleeting moments We all too briefly adore.

Wi' nocht but clouds and hills to hear me, And when the world to rest was laid I'd watch for dawn and wish her near me, Till one by one the stars were gone, The moor-cock to his mate called clearly, And daylight glinted on the burn Where red-deer cross at mornin' early. The sweet, almost mournful tone tugged at Joanna's heart. The years are long, the work is sair, And life is aftimes wae and wearie, Yet Foyer's flood shall cease to fall Ere my love fail until my dearie. I'd loved her then, I loved her now, And could the world wad be without her.

She tasted like sweet candy and he couldn’t get enough of her. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned louder as she drifted away from his lips She couldn’t contain the pleasure anymore, and she began to moan loudly even more. His kiss, touch, and everything he does to her ignites a burning desire and pleasure in her; her legs were shivering as tho she was heading to heaven's gate.

Author’s POV Raya’s skin was on fire. Her chest heaved with every breath, but the burn within her did not fade. It wasn’t the same kind of heat that had ignited last night, the kind that had curled and sparked between her and Humphrey,no. This heat was different. It was aching. A yearning. A need. It wasn’t pleasure. It was longing. The feeling of being pulled away from something vital,like a fish struggling on dry land, desperate to return to the water. Him. The bond. It was calling her. Like an invisible thread tied around her chest, tightening with every second that passed without him.

Amid the teasing, Vera blushed and began counting on her fingers. "First, he has to love me deeply. Deep enough to tattoo my name over his heart. "Second, he has to be brave. I heard that on Moonwatch Cliff, there is a briar rose bush. He must pick a stalk for me. "Third—" Before she could finish, the doors of the hall were suddenly pushed open. "Mr. Wren sends his regards and presents these gifts in honor of Miss Vera’s birthday. May she be well and happy."

With one hand gripping her long hair, I leaned in closer. "What do you see?" I whispered into her ear. The candle flickered erratically, casting a vivid light on her pensive expression and beseeching eyes. She still had no inkling of the depth of my longing for every part of her or what I desired from her at this moment. She had yet to acknowledge that, deal or no deal, our connection had never been severed. Years of yearning lay between us. Years of waiting. Years of life's burdens weighing us down, preventing us from truly embracing life.