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is my mother who left me 3 years ago, but is never far from me…she is in the wind, the song of the leaves, the dancing waves of the river in the setting sun….she’ my best friend and always a part of me…be free and happy Mum :)
By Coffee Lover on 06.13.2011
Dearest beloved, we are together here today as a faint reminder of our past. By chance we arrived here at the same time, and by fate , we should leave here as separate as we came. How seeing your face makes me feel all worse…
By Johnathan URL on 06.13.2011
You wrap around me as though we are one. I feel you under my touch and your skin becomes mine. Your gaze looks into me, my soul is yours. And as you breath warms me, I know you are my beloved.
By Geejay URL on 06.13.2011
That delightful bundle of joy, my beloved Rosie has arrived for a long awaited visit, from the land of kings, queens and peas and chips on a tray.
By Jeanie URL on 06.13.2011
cherish what ya got
By dyl on 06.13.2011
The choice between my beloved would-be wife and my beloved country really wasn’t much of a choice at all, or so I thought all those years ago. Looking back on it, I stepped into this country blindly. My wife is still the centre of my universe, of course, it’s just that… the universe got a lot weirder than it used to be. This country is weird. The people here are weird. It makes no sense, cross a border to step into a different world. It’s the stuff of fairytales. It couldn’t be that drastic… or so I thought years ago. Hindsight is a bitch.
By Ralyn Longs URL on 06.13.2011
one word. what happens to the text?
By bob on 06.13.2011
My husband calls me “beloved” and I love to hear him say that. How it is so endearing. Wonderful, husband, father & friend.
By paulie aragon on 06.13.2011
My belover friend. I miss you, but I don’t want to come off as easy and a doormat. I can’t wait to see you again, but I’m going to have to be stong for just a little while. Just let you wait. You had me waiting for long enough. Now it’s your turn.
By Heidi on 06.13.2011
Beloved…someone you don’t forget during the summer. Such as my fellow bread thug/English buddy/translation expert/pictures-of-food-fan/World History survivor LIZ. Hi :D
Also, we love froan.
By Eleanor URL on 06.13.2011
yeah. beloved. being loved. i don’t know. i would like to know. i really would like to know it. but i dont know. i’m sure that it is something nice.
By magdalena URL on 06.13.2011
Beloved…someone you don’t forget during the summer. Such as my fellow bread thug/English buddy/translation expert/pictures-of-food-fan/World History survivor LIZ. Hi! ;)
Also, we love froan.
Now, for real. (The third time today.)
Beloved–something near and dear to your heart. Cheesy, but supposedly true. An old-fashioned letter greeting, or a whispered word. Something you think Jane Austen would write.
old poetry, when emotions ran higher, realer, with more intensity. The special one, with out whom one cannot smile or breathe or wake….
By georgie kuna on 06.13.2011
I reached out with my hand, to touch my beloved…skin so white and cold. All the people gathered around, paying their respects. They did not know my precious love was still there, just waiting. And I waited with him. I knew he would come back to me, stronger, and yet more gentle. And so I waited.
By Anton URL on 06.13.2011
I want to thank all of my beloved ones for they have greatly helped me achieve my goals, for they have always trusted me. To my family, friends and bf.
By Caro on 06.13.2011
Beloved, something or someone that is too be beloved by someone.
By Chloe URL on 06.13.2011
makes me think about a wedding ceremony…dearly beloved, we gather here today to join this couple in holy matrimony…or whatever it is…but it makes me think of a wedding…i like weddings, they are fun and they never take as long as i expect them too…maybe because im older now…who knows…
By Sarah on 06.13.2011
gravestone, beloved wife and mother rip….beloved son…beloved father…beloved by all that met her…death
By emily on 06.13.2011
Beloved…someone you don’t forget during the summer. Such as my fellow bread thug/English buddy/translation expert/pictures-of-food-fan/World History survivor. Hi, you.
Also, we love froan.
By Eleanor on 06.13.2011
my beloved just broke up with my and im devestated i want him back i love him so much i want things to work with him. i thought wed get through anything and i was willing to spend the rest of my life working on it, and now i’m not so sure. but what the hell do i know? is it meant to be? is there destiny? i miss his smile and his hugs and his funny voices and the way he calms me down and the way he makes me feel. he was lazy sometimes and unmotivated but at least we were happy
By kate on 06.13.2011
i will come for my beloved
she will wait for me
i will come to her
soft as a
gentle as a
she will remember why
i will come for her
By Julianna on 06.13.2011
somebody beloved to you is it all. what is more than the person held close to you. keep them there for that is the place of warmth and survival. don’t concern yourself with would be’s or couldas. that’s where they rest gently, nestled into their new home. beloved, is the place.
By liza on 06.13.2011
It was my beloved, the one and only thing that roused me from sleep to the waking world. It – with its smooth round body and voluptuous red color. It’s supple curves and turns. . . OH SWEET APPLE. How I wish I too could be born of bark and leaf, so that we two might be together until the terrible teeth of fate tore us from this world.
By Crazy Lewis on 06.13.2011
My beloved friends,
This is it.
My final farewell.
I want you all to know I have loved you well but I cannot go on any longer.
I have always loved you.
You all mean the world to me.
By issy URL on 06.13.2011
Jeff, my kids, my family – all those precious to me. My memories and my true heart that can never be taken away.
By Kerry URL on 06.13.2011
Beloved or not to beloved. This is a hard one and it’s my first one. Curious to see what everyone else writes.
By Monique on 06.13.2011
My beloved – he died, you know. Sixteen years ago, and so maybe the word shouldn’t hit below the belt. But we had seven special years together, launched children, and then he died. I’m lucky to have loved him.
By Joey on 06.13.2011
to be beloved must be a natural desire, no? who wouldn’t want to be loved? but, i would suggest that there’s more satisfaction, more fulfillment, more pleasure in loving others. having someone to care about. the ultimate though is giving your heart to another and having them give you their’s in return.
By mola URL on 06.13.2011
the dead are always the beloved or the remembered
Beloved times. Beloved Nostalgia.
By Rebecca Jones on 06.13.2011
By jeremiah on 06.13.2011
To my beloved daughter,
Although it seems that this was done in spite, and just to hurt you, you must know that that was never my intention.
I love you with all my heart and although the chances of you forgiving me are slim, that will never change.
I am always here for you, no matter what.
By Ellece Davies on 06.13.2011
When we come to times of doubt we turn to those who love us despite our flaws they pick us right back up beloved ones are in out heart and forever in our minds! they believe us and don’t need anything back but we give them the gift of love right back and help them through hardness and laugh at the little things beloved is one word with one meaning, give love and hear to become a friend!
By Alyssa on 06.13.2011
Marriage to ones beloved is pretty nice. It’s like waking up in the morning when you know that there’s nothing at all stretching out in front of you and that it’s up to you to decide what shape the day will take. It’s also somewhat like one’s favorite dessert that one hasn’t eaten in years because it’s too complicated to make on one’s own and one’s aunt makes it better anyway.
By Molly Beth on 06.13.2011
i love everything about you, your uneven smile, deep deep brown eyes, the light stubble that dusts your tanned jawline and your rough manly hands as they reach and feel and touch every inch of my small naked body.
Dearly beloved we are gathered together here today to sing the praises of our dear friend who has not yet passed away. I say not yet and you may think it strange that we are celebrating his passed life and him not gone yet but hear me now for when we have finished here with our dear friend he will indeed be a mere shadow of his former self, a has been, an empty shell, as dead as the proverbial doornail for it is here that he will draw his final breath.
By Noel Lenaghan on 06.13.2011
as if in a dream dreamt by another i stumbled blindly into your arms, no thinking, no thought just an aimless meandering soul flying round the universe unhinged by your love
By Ciaran on 06.13.2011
He looks as me as if I’m something special. He makes me think I’m something different. He makes me think good about myself. He calls me beautiful. He’s perfect.
So why am I not pleased?
Because he’s not mine. He’s not the one I love.
And as I raise the knife to kill myself, I manage to choke out, “My beloved…”
By Emma URL on 06.13.2011
By dlanetcu URL on 06.13.2011
The tombstone read, “Here lies my beloved husband, inventor of the crossword. Six feet down and two across”.
By mariesdaly on 06.13.2011
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.