Beloved is a rather non chalant word. YOu can never have just one beloved. There can be many. Teh best part is, you truly feel about some one when you say “beloved”.
The most amazing part is if you split the word it says be – loved. and together it means someone you love.!
My beloved immortal. The first thing that comes to mind is this poem. It’s such a nice word, so elegant. I feel that it can tell so many things, in such a short amount of time. The word itself is beautiful. Beloved. What a romantic notion. I can’t help but believe in it.
my beloved, oh my beloved one. What is my beloved. That which is most loved by me. To love; love as a verb…to be-loved. My beloved daughters. Shakespeare and sonnets and Donne and conceits. All a bit much really…….
Goodnight, my beloved. It’s what I’ll keep saying every night no matter how far you’d be away from me and where life may take and lead us. Wishing you. You will always be the one.
I am beloved of my parents, and our boy is beloved of us. The feeling of being beloved is something that everyone should experience and count on. Who are the people in my life who I will call beloved when I die? How long can that list be, and will they all know it?
Loss of a family member, my beloved father. Remembering the things that keep them in our hearts forever. I miss my father almost everyday. There are so many things I wish I could have said or done.
only one thing i wanna say that she is always on mu mind and mai kya karu by god woh mera dil le jaati hai ,,, khatam scene hai as i see her bas i have to see her to feel alive,, i love her to the core and she is pure magic ;) muahhhhhhh love ya loads babu
someone who is close to your heart and you love like anything! I can think of mom dad brother friends when I think of beloved. oh and the long lost loves :D Ummm. And how can I forget myself! ^_^
My beloved. My reason to breathe. My safety. My hope. My dreams.
My beloved. My life. My heart. My pride.
My beloved.
My.
My..
My..
My beloved.. Maybe one day.
He took her hand a caressed her face with his sodft palm. She closed her eyes at his touch and out came a soft sight. He moved slightly towards her and pressed softly his lips against hers
Oh dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the bringing together of two of the most special people in the entire world. Jack and Jill. Together they will flow from one cloud to another for the rest of their lives and I believe we all should do the same, every day, without exception. Say I do.
“Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here to say our goodbyes.”
Maybe if I knew that this was goodbye.
Maybe if I knew it was the end,
I would have taken the moment to breathe in everything, remember it how it was and live in the moment and never forget the smell of your shirt pressed up against me.
I wouldn’t forget your laugh or smile.
I wouldn’t forget anything.
But now it’s gone. It’s over it’s done.
And there was no warning.
He looked deep into their eyes, gazing past the veil that sentenced them to their solitude, he looked past it all. Into their eyes he found a hope, that perhaps they could rebuild all they had lost, recover the dead and replace the forgotten. But that’s that is always but a false hope, isn’t it? You can’t ask someone to just move on, for death will hang with you till you too succumb to it’s embrace.
“My beloved, we are gathered here today…” he did this for a living, trying to restore the faith of the lord into the newly dead hearts of those who God had taken someone away, yet he never got used to the sense of death that was constantly around him… “we are gathered here today to remember our dear friend…”
Lies, lies, lies, he thought. The epitome of a hypocrite was he. No one will remember the dead, they just fade in with the rest of the rotting corpses.
i believed that i would be able to love…
but I learn that is not that easy to be love in return
by mistake i uncovered my heart
and let, to my feelings, the full access
just one word and my world fall appart
i believe that i would be able to love
it was before the beginning with you
you’ll be my only beloved jerk
beloved? im sopposed to writ for how long about this? i didnt even read the instructions. ok well beloved, that makes me think of old grandmas that are beloved. Ive never been one to have a wrinkly old white grandma. mines had my dad when she was 16 so shes only about 56 now. sure shes not the stereotypical old fat white grandma with gray hair. but dang she still makes great cookies. love you grandma
i have a lot of things that i love. my dog, my family, my friends. madal. batti. anne. nadine. things aswell. ice cream with strawberries. movies. music. art. i do love art. i love my grandma. places. italy, sweden, BRUSSELS above all. my home.
I woke this morning and turned to see the face of my beloved laying beside me.
I could lay here and watch him sleeping for a long time.
I am so lucky to have such a wonderful and loving man.
Something that is dearly loved, or loved a lot….you know another fancy word for lots of love. In actuality its going to be these words that I don’t enjoy writing about as much…I prefer actual things…like yesterday’s word funeral…bit of a contrast really isn’t it?
I am hurt, you did this. I feel horrible, why do you do this? I wish you would stop. You didn’t call today and when I did hear from you, you were distant. I feel you might disappear again; that scares me, as much as I hate to admit it. . . I’m actually crazy about you. You don’t care.
She was his everything. He was consumed in her, lost in her thoughts, in her dreams, in her soft hair. His life revolved around her, and what he could do for her.. it was always a different point on the compass of her centre.. never away, just around.
Beloved. Be-loved. I want to be loved. I’m sure you do, too. Maybe I can try do your raw, untainted expectations justice? And maybe, in turn, you can soften the world-weariness of mine.
I hate you, I miss you. I think you hurt me more than you should and I don’t like it. You didn’t call today. I feel you might disappear again, it scares me. I don’t want you to. I’ll never admit it, but I’m secretly crazy about you.
we are gathered here together in the cold heart of ourselves. we are burying our nature under ‘n ton of sewerage and ugly buildings. not because we can but because we want to.
She was his beloved. His only. His universe. But she did not feel the same. She knew in her heart that he was not the one, she could not return this type of desperate love. She needed to get away from him.
You were my beloved, you were the young sweet girl that I threw my my heart and soul after, only to have it thrown to the ground and trampled on.Oh! how I love you so much, but what a lost ,what a shame.
i wish i could see you. touch your hair. watch you sleep. i wish we could laugh again. lie in the sun and think of nothing but love. i wish we could be cliched and mushy and ridiculous. i wish i could smile with abandon again. oh beloved.
I think the people need to look or be repeatedly reminded of the constant failings of their beloved ANC and then perhaps it will sink in. These guys have let us down!!!
i dont believe in such words in a love-isticcal way, every person you feel like talking to is your beloved, be your mother,your father, your sister and the person you love.
I think it is the eternal quest for most women…to find their beloved. I am a tough, independent twenty-something and as much as i tell everyone i can do it on my own and marriage doesn’t appeal to me…i lie. I would give anything for my beloved to be holding me right now, tight, not letting go and saying it will all be ok…
Beloved is a rather non chalant word. YOu can never have just one beloved. There can be many. Teh best part is, you truly feel about some one when you say “beloved”.
The most amazing part is if you split the word it says be – loved. and together it means someone you love.!
My beloved immortal. The first thing that comes to mind is this poem. It’s such a nice word, so elegant. I feel that it can tell so many things, in such a short amount of time. The word itself is beautiful. Beloved. What a romantic notion. I can’t help but believe in it.
my beloved, oh my beloved one. What is my beloved. That which is most loved by me. To love; love as a verb…to be-loved. My beloved daughters. Shakespeare and sonnets and Donne and conceits. All a bit much really…….
Goodnight, my beloved. It’s what I’ll keep saying every night no matter how far you’d be away from me and where life may take and lead us. Wishing you. You will always be the one.
I am beloved of my parents, and our boy is beloved of us. The feeling of being beloved is something that everyone should experience and count on. Who are the people in my life who I will call beloved when I die? How long can that list be, and will they all know it?
Loss of a family member, my beloved father. Remembering the things that keep them in our hearts forever. I miss my father almost everyday. There are so many things I wish I could have said or done.
only one thing i wanna say that she is always on mu mind and mai kya karu by god woh mera dil le jaati hai ,,, khatam scene hai as i see her bas i have to see her to feel alive,, i love her to the core and she is pure magic ;) muahhhhhhh love ya loads babu
someone who is close to your heart and you love like anything! I can think of mom dad brother friends when I think of beloved. oh and the long lost loves :D Ummm. And how can I forget myself! ^_^
My beloved. My reason to breathe. My safety. My hope. My dreams.
My beloved. My life. My heart. My pride.
My beloved.
My.
My..
My..
My beloved.. Maybe one day.
beloved
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To be beloved is to won everthing in the world, to have a beloved is to give everything in the world.
He took her hand a caressed her face with his sodft palm. She closed her eyes at his touch and out came a soft sight. He moved slightly towards her and pressed softly his lips against hers
Oh dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the bringing together of two of the most special people in the entire world. Jack and Jill. Together they will flow from one cloud to another for the rest of their lives and I believe we all should do the same, every day, without exception. Say I do.
“Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here to say our goodbyes.”
Maybe if I knew that this was goodbye.
Maybe if I knew it was the end,
I would have taken the moment to breathe in everything, remember it how it was and live in the moment and never forget the smell of your shirt pressed up against me.
I wouldn’t forget your laugh or smile.
I wouldn’t forget anything.
But now it’s gone. It’s over it’s done.
And there was no warning.
He looked deep into their eyes, gazing past the veil that sentenced them to their solitude, he looked past it all. Into their eyes he found a hope, that perhaps they could rebuild all they had lost, recover the dead and replace the forgotten. But that’s that is always but a false hope, isn’t it? You can’t ask someone to just move on, for death will hang with you till you too succumb to it’s embrace.
“My beloved, we are gathered here today…” he did this for a living, trying to restore the faith of the lord into the newly dead hearts of those who God had taken someone away, yet he never got used to the sense of death that was constantly around him… “we are gathered here today to remember our dear friend…”
Lies, lies, lies, he thought. The epitome of a hypocrite was he. No one will remember the dead, they just fade in with the rest of the rotting corpses.
god. jesus. love. mine. yours. family. security. flowers. stars. wonder. joy. happiness. friends.
i believed that i would be able to love…
but I learn that is not that easy to be love in return
by mistake i uncovered my heart
and let, to my feelings, the full access
just one word and my world fall appart
i believe that i would be able to love
it was before the beginning with you
you’ll be my only beloved jerk
it’s somebody we care about, somebody we love, somebody we want to make them happy in someway… someone that makes us love being alive
beloved? im sopposed to writ for how long about this? i didnt even read the instructions. ok well beloved, that makes me think of old grandmas that are beloved. Ive never been one to have a wrinkly old white grandma. mines had my dad when she was 16 so shes only about 56 now. sure shes not the stereotypical old fat white grandma with gray hair. but dang she still makes great cookies. love you grandma
i have a lot of things that i love. my dog, my family, my friends. madal. batti. anne. nadine. things aswell. ice cream with strawberries. movies. music. art. i do love art. i love my grandma. places. italy, sweden, BRUSSELS above all. my home.
I woke this morning and turned to see the face of my beloved laying beside me.
I could lay here and watch him sleeping for a long time.
I am so lucky to have such a wonderful and loving man.
us
Something that is dearly loved, or loved a lot….you know another fancy word for lots of love. In actuality its going to be these words that I don’t enjoy writing about as much…I prefer actual things…like yesterday’s word funeral…bit of a contrast really isn’t it?
I am hurt, you did this. I feel horrible, why do you do this? I wish you would stop. You didn’t call today and when I did hear from you, you were distant. I feel you might disappear again; that scares me, as much as I hate to admit it. . . I’m actually crazy about you. You don’t care.
grandmother
happiness
wedding
husband
handsome
skinny
clear skin
blonde
attractive
white teeth
clean
perfume
flowers
loved
pain
fright
arguing
grandmother
happiness
wedding
husband
handsome
skinny
clear skin
blonde
attractive
white teeth
clean
perfume
flowers
loved
pain
fright
arguing
She was beloved by all. Alone on her throne, but with every man in town.
She was his everything. He was consumed in her, lost in her thoughts, in her dreams, in her soft hair. His life revolved around her, and what he could do for her.. it was always a different point on the compass of her centre.. never away, just around.
Beloved. Be-loved. I want to be loved. I’m sure you do, too. Maybe I can try do your raw, untainted expectations justice? And maybe, in turn, you can soften the world-weariness of mine.
I hate you, I miss you. I think you hurt me more than you should and I don’t like it. You didn’t call today. I feel you might disappear again, it scares me. I don’t want you to. I’ll never admit it, but I’m secretly crazy about you.
we are gathered here together in the cold heart of ourselves. we are burying our nature under ‘n ton of sewerage and ugly buildings. not because we can but because we want to.
She was his beloved. His only. His universe. But she did not feel the same. She knew in her heart that he was not the one, she could not return this type of desperate love. She needed to get away from him.
You were my beloved, you were the young sweet girl that I threw my my heart and soul after, only to have it thrown to the ground and trampled on.Oh! how I love you so much, but what a lost ,what a shame.
This word is mentioned to make the person know that you love him/her, has a high appeal and attracts that person.
i wish i could see you. touch your hair. watch you sleep. i wish we could laugh again. lie in the sun and think of nothing but love. i wish we could be cliched and mushy and ridiculous. i wish i could smile with abandon again. oh beloved.
I think the people need to look or be repeatedly reminded of the constant failings of their beloved ANC and then perhaps it will sink in. These guys have let us down!!!
1beloved= Being Encompassingly Loved Operates Even Doing
i dont believe in such words in a love-isticcal way, every person you feel like talking to is your beloved, be your mother,your father, your sister and the person you love.
I think it is the eternal quest for most women…to find their beloved. I am a tough, independent twenty-something and as much as i tell everyone i can do it on my own and marriage doesn’t appeal to me…i lie. I would give anything for my beloved to be holding me right now, tight, not letting go and saying it will all be ok…