It is wonderful to be beloved. It provides a sense of security and a feeling of warmth. Every one deserves to be in love.
Judy
My beloved are my children. they are the joy of my life. what will I do without them? how they light up my life when i see their smiles, when they call “mummy”. great to have my kidso
Denise
Won’t you be my beloved, is the first thing that comes to mind. An AFI song–I think I replayed it a million times on a school bus trip to DC that I snuck onto with a fake parental note in the 11th grade. I actually faked a school note with the boy who is still my beloved – Mister David See. Weird how and experience can be remembered with one word that correlates with an event, a person, and a memory that one can hear.
Stacey H.
Won’t you be my beloved, is the first thing that comes to mind. An AFI song–I think I replayed it a million times on a school bus trip to DC that I snuck onto with a fake parental note in the 11th grade. I actually faked a school not with the boy who is still my beloved – Mister David See. Weird how and experience can be remembered with one word that correlates with an event, a person, and a memory that one can hear.
Stacey H.
I have a beloved friend who really really loves me and a beloved family whom i really love. Thank God for them.
dorothy
I have a beloved friend named Lokyi and i really thank God for her.
dorothy
i am beloved to be loved by whom ever finds my love worthy…..till that day i shall ponder the meaning of all beloved…..
Robert Iadeluca
In the white room with the white walls. His heart if full of blackness, darkness that enveloped his lungs and engulfs him. He draws the blade across his white flesh, red droplets fuse with white.
It is too late, too late to be with his beloved, too late to be anyone’s beloved.
Trish
In the white room with the white walls. His heart if full of blackness, darkness that enveloped his lungs and engulfs him. He draws the blade across his white flesh, red droplets fuse with white.
It is too late, too late to be with his beloved, too late to be anyone’s beloved.
Trish
well there is a a book called beloved, I mean, I didn’t write it or anything. But I would enjoy reading it. beloved? are you? I don’t know but blahblahblahblah. I love writing exercises sometimes. What does it mean to be “beloved?” are you beloved? I’ll keep asking the same question. I dont know what else to say! fuck!
dianna
to my beloved:
thanks for the many years before, well for those that are to come, i’m not too sure. i would have loved to stay, but i’m sorry. the next few steps i am going to take are also going to be my last.
with much love,
your dearly beloved
shao
he s my beloved one. i wanna live for him. i want him to live for me. i wanna become his wife. his bride. i just want to be the mother of his kids. coz he s my beloved. i hope with all my heart that things are going to be happy for us. i want him in my life. mine and only mine. i don t want to share him with no body.
luana
but the phrase “beloved by all” is often tossed around, i remember it from the itchy and scratchy land simpsons episode, “except for when he made his controversial cartoon, Nazi Supermen are our superiors.” but can one really be beloved by all? I don’t think it’s possible. Can one love all? perhaps, perhaps.
Felix
My beloved; who? I’ve had many. They say that a person can only love truly once. This is a lie. I have loved and lost and continued to love more times than I care to remember. I still live with a girl I loved. I still live with a girl I love. I will always love her, and every girl I’ve ever loved.
Andrew
dearest, my beloved. i love the way your smile curves. i love the way your eyes twinkle. i love the way you talk. i love the way you sing. dearest, my beloved, i love you.
po
she’s my beloved. i never knew i could love her so much. she was my classmate, someone i could not forget for 6 years. someone i have not seen for 6 years. but i still love her.
mz
he was my beloved, i never really thought that he could leave me, until that fateful day. that day was when my life changed, where i found it hard to survive, being all alone. i gave him all my love and concern, and i thought he felt the same way. why was i so ignorant to all his complains and all his comments about me? was i really that selfish? Too bothered about myself instead of really doing what a lover should do?
celia
She is my beloved. I knew she would be ever since the first day I laid my eyes on her. She is special, but she will never know.
sbk
it made me sick, the thought that you would say that to me. those saccharine words, dripping with false affection, the same way the false eyelashes framing your too-blue eyes droop sometimes, after we’ve kissed in your car for too long. it’s not you, i say. it’s me. i’m sorry. but i’m not. i’m not sorry. i’m not sorry your emotions are too remote for me to experience. love? what the hell is that, anyway? and when did you get to be such a big la-de-da expert on it?
oh, you say. and just sort of site there, eyelashes drooping as you bat them more and more frequently. This isn’t a black-and-white, my darling. I don’t hear any ridiculous swell of music. And you certainly won’t get me in a top hat. That’s for sure.
m.
I can’t remember why I let her go. The only thoughts I ever have of her are good ones and the only feeling when I remember her is sadness at her absence. A look, a twist of her head, the way her hair would fall when she turned a certain way. Those memories are all I have, but instead of sad, I feel happy for how I felt. It’s not so bad.
JW
My beloved is handsome. He is very kind and he makes me feel loved everyday. I love him so much and I won’t know what to do without him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I love him so much.
Mikay
I thought I knew, but it was only when I had lost it, then I knew how dear it wad to me.
Jeanette
“i end here with a promise to have you in my heart always, to trust in this decision – in whatever role it plays, to never forget or forsake what we shared back in the day, and to live a life that’s purpose, this promise will not betray…
goodbye my beloved friend”
jason
You are my beloved. Neither material nor metaphysical, yet you remain in my heart. Like a thorn made specially to sting.
minameisneo
beloved
or not
is that even a question?
or a statement?
sometimes I wonder
special?
am I?
sometimes I don’t seem to be
the way you behave
makes me wonder
beloved
special
together with you
am I really?
Devoto
the beloved child of mine will never be harmed again.
kev
Beloved you know i can’t quite tell you what it means to beloved but, i know that i can never be loved i have screwed up my life so many times and i have almost screwed up again with the girl i love i want to be loved but, i will forever only beloved it’s hard to say but, i think it’s better this way
John
I am beloved to someone, and this fact amazes me daily. To know that I am the first and the last thought that crosses his mind every day is staggering. When he kisses me, it’s obvious that I am his heart’s only desire. It takes my breath away daily. I am beloved, and for this, I know I am truly blessed.
Jesse
Is someone that you accept and love and whom you are committed to seeking his or her good.
Robert Koh
I want to be beloved. Dearly beloved…
Michelle
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. What a wonderful thought. It refers to my relationship with my heavenly Father. It also refers to my relationship with my beloved husband.
Actually it also refers to my relationship with my heavenly bridegroom, Jesus Christ. This is such a comforting thought when I am in the pit of despair, to know that I am loved. That I am beloved.
Judi Hayes
She will be solely missed by her beloved ones.
Moopster
me and my beloved went on a date today
felisia
the dearly beloved looked up with big eyes
up at the clouds above
so she turns around to ask of me
what are those puffy white clouds?
i look up the sky and than down at the ground turn to her and say
those clouds are the dreams of the people below
so she nods at me and than looks right back up and says quite simply
wheres my dream in the big blue sky? where are my thoughts and prayers?
elizabth
the author i believe. i died for her to breathe and to be beloved. am i? am i really? am I what you want and what you think you perceive, can i be yours, beloved? will you always be a fingertip pace away. a rat and i am consumed, for you, beloved. a stinking rat and i fucked for you, beloved. a hair snatch
carmel segal
Something unattainable unless by birthright. If you find someone and call them your beloved it is nothing more than an infatuation caused by a chemical reaction inside your brain as well as hormoines. Love is but a dream and dreams are fleeting. You will always meet those that believe in love but their infatuation has just lasted longer than yours
Sarah Wood
I am in a world full of people who dont really know each other, i feel abandoned and unknown, i need someone to love me. i need to be loved and belove.
Kike G
It was always destined to end this way between us. One cannot love with the intensity and passion of an old soul without one part of the pair burning out.
And you were the weak one my dear, your light fading light a dying star…
ArchArad
no idea of that
liliana
That’s what he called me when he was feeling romantic. He’d say it softly as we swayed to the music that wasn’t there, his hands cupping my face. My beloved . . .
It is wonderful to be beloved. It provides a sense of security and a feeling of warmth. Every one deserves to be in love.
My beloved are my children. they are the joy of my life. what will I do without them? how they light up my life when i see their smiles, when they call “mummy”. great to have my kidso
Won’t you be my beloved, is the first thing that comes to mind. An AFI song–I think I replayed it a million times on a school bus trip to DC that I snuck onto with a fake parental note in the 11th grade. I actually faked a school note with the boy who is still my beloved – Mister David See. Weird how and experience can be remembered with one word that correlates with an event, a person, and a memory that one can hear.
Won’t you be my beloved, is the first thing that comes to mind. An AFI song–I think I replayed it a million times on a school bus trip to DC that I snuck onto with a fake parental note in the 11th grade. I actually faked a school not with the boy who is still my beloved – Mister David See. Weird how and experience can be remembered with one word that correlates with an event, a person, and a memory that one can hear.
I have a beloved friend who really really loves me and a beloved family whom i really love. Thank God for them.
I have a beloved friend named Lokyi and i really thank God for her.
i am beloved to be loved by whom ever finds my love worthy…..till that day i shall ponder the meaning of all beloved…..
In the white room with the white walls. His heart if full of blackness, darkness that enveloped his lungs and engulfs him. He draws the blade across his white flesh, red droplets fuse with white.
It is too late, too late to be with his beloved, too late to be anyone’s beloved.
In the white room with the white walls. His heart if full of blackness, darkness that enveloped his lungs and engulfs him. He draws the blade across his white flesh, red droplets fuse with white.
It is too late, too late to be with his beloved, too late to be anyone’s beloved.
well there is a a book called beloved, I mean, I didn’t write it or anything. But I would enjoy reading it. beloved? are you? I don’t know but blahblahblahblah. I love writing exercises sometimes. What does it mean to be “beloved?” are you beloved? I’ll keep asking the same question. I dont know what else to say! fuck!
to my beloved:
thanks for the many years before, well for those that are to come, i’m not too sure. i would have loved to stay, but i’m sorry. the next few steps i am going to take are also going to be my last.
with much love,
your dearly beloved
he s my beloved one. i wanna live for him. i want him to live for me. i wanna become his wife. his bride. i just want to be the mother of his kids. coz he s my beloved. i hope with all my heart that things are going to be happy for us. i want him in my life. mine and only mine. i don t want to share him with no body.
but the phrase “beloved by all” is often tossed around, i remember it from the itchy and scratchy land simpsons episode, “except for when he made his controversial cartoon, Nazi Supermen are our superiors.” but can one really be beloved by all? I don’t think it’s possible. Can one love all? perhaps, perhaps.
My beloved; who? I’ve had many. They say that a person can only love truly once. This is a lie. I have loved and lost and continued to love more times than I care to remember. I still live with a girl I loved. I still live with a girl I love. I will always love her, and every girl I’ve ever loved.
dearest, my beloved. i love the way your smile curves. i love the way your eyes twinkle. i love the way you talk. i love the way you sing. dearest, my beloved, i love you.
she’s my beloved. i never knew i could love her so much. she was my classmate, someone i could not forget for 6 years. someone i have not seen for 6 years. but i still love her.
he was my beloved, i never really thought that he could leave me, until that fateful day. that day was when my life changed, where i found it hard to survive, being all alone. i gave him all my love and concern, and i thought he felt the same way. why was i so ignorant to all his complains and all his comments about me? was i really that selfish? Too bothered about myself instead of really doing what a lover should do?
She is my beloved. I knew she would be ever since the first day I laid my eyes on her. She is special, but she will never know.
it made me sick, the thought that you would say that to me. those saccharine words, dripping with false affection, the same way the false eyelashes framing your too-blue eyes droop sometimes, after we’ve kissed in your car for too long. it’s not you, i say. it’s me. i’m sorry. but i’m not. i’m not sorry. i’m not sorry your emotions are too remote for me to experience. love? what the hell is that, anyway? and when did you get to be such a big la-de-da expert on it?
oh, you say. and just sort of site there, eyelashes drooping as you bat them more and more frequently. This isn’t a black-and-white, my darling. I don’t hear any ridiculous swell of music. And you certainly won’t get me in a top hat. That’s for sure.
I can’t remember why I let her go. The only thoughts I ever have of her are good ones and the only feeling when I remember her is sadness at her absence. A look, a twist of her head, the way her hair would fall when she turned a certain way. Those memories are all I have, but instead of sad, I feel happy for how I felt. It’s not so bad.
My beloved is handsome. He is very kind and he makes me feel loved everyday. I love him so much and I won’t know what to do without him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I love him so much.
I thought I knew, but it was only when I had lost it, then I knew how dear it wad to me.
“i end here with a promise to have you in my heart always, to trust in this decision – in whatever role it plays, to never forget or forsake what we shared back in the day, and to live a life that’s purpose, this promise will not betray…
goodbye my beloved friend”
You are my beloved. Neither material nor metaphysical, yet you remain in my heart. Like a thorn made specially to sting.
beloved
or not
is that even a question?
or a statement?
sometimes I wonder
special?
am I?
sometimes I don’t seem to be
the way you behave
makes me wonder
beloved
special
together with you
am I really?
the beloved child of mine will never be harmed again.
Beloved you know i can’t quite tell you what it means to beloved but, i know that i can never be loved i have screwed up my life so many times and i have almost screwed up again with the girl i love i want to be loved but, i will forever only beloved it’s hard to say but, i think it’s better this way
I am beloved to someone, and this fact amazes me daily. To know that I am the first and the last thought that crosses his mind every day is staggering. When he kisses me, it’s obvious that I am his heart’s only desire. It takes my breath away daily. I am beloved, and for this, I know I am truly blessed.
Is someone that you accept and love and whom you are committed to seeking his or her good.
I want to be beloved. Dearly beloved…
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. What a wonderful thought. It refers to my relationship with my heavenly Father. It also refers to my relationship with my beloved husband.
Actually it also refers to my relationship with my heavenly bridegroom, Jesus Christ. This is such a comforting thought when I am in the pit of despair, to know that I am loved. That I am beloved.
She will be solely missed by her beloved ones.
me and my beloved went on a date today
the dearly beloved looked up with big eyes
up at the clouds above
so she turns around to ask of me
what are those puffy white clouds?
i look up the sky and than down at the ground turn to her and say
those clouds are the dreams of the people below
so she nods at me and than looks right back up and says quite simply
wheres my dream in the big blue sky? where are my thoughts and prayers?
the author i believe. i died for her to breathe and to be beloved. am i? am i really? am I what you want and what you think you perceive, can i be yours, beloved? will you always be a fingertip pace away. a rat and i am consumed, for you, beloved. a stinking rat and i fucked for you, beloved. a hair snatch
Something unattainable unless by birthright. If you find someone and call them your beloved it is nothing more than an infatuation caused by a chemical reaction inside your brain as well as hormoines. Love is but a dream and dreams are fleeting. You will always meet those that believe in love but their infatuation has just lasted longer than yours
I am in a world full of people who dont really know each other, i feel abandoned and unknown, i need someone to love me. i need to be loved and belove.
It was always destined to end this way between us. One cannot love with the intensity and passion of an old soul without one part of the pair burning out.
And you were the weak one my dear, your light fading light a dying star…
no idea of that
That’s what he called me when he was feeling romantic. He’d say it softly as we swayed to the music that wasn’t there, his hands cupping my face. My beloved . . .