Writing Assingment: All About Love

[z bebamboo z]

Write a short paragraph or poem about your 1st kiss, 1st love, 1st break-up, or anything about love.

(3-5 sentences)





True Love



I love how the wind blows your hair

Caressing it softly without a care

I love how the sun catches the sparkle in your eyes

for I drown in its depths and surely will die.

I love the way you gently whisper in my ear

erasing my thought, vanishing my fears

I love the way you hold me captive in your hand,

knowing that your every wish is my command.

I love you more than the silver stars of the night,

for I am blind, and you are my sight.

It is your love I hold in my heart,

and even after life we shall not part.

[z bebamboo z]

nobody2008vn's First Love



I loved my first love at first sight. Cause we learned in the same school, I could take her to school everyday by my bicycle. At weekend we went to some entertainment place each other. That is a wonderful memory, but now I went far away her and gave up too. But the first love is always my endless love in my heart.





Below is the revised version....



I loved my first love at first sight. We attended the same school, so I took her to school everyday with my bicycle. On the weekends, we went to Bach Dang Harbour to eat ice cream and to do some sightseeing. That was a wonderful memory. Unfortunately, we decided to separate because I had to move to another country. My first love was and will always be my endless love in my heart.

[z bebamboo z]

What is Love? by anhhailua2004



What is a love? Many people have definite the word of Love is different way. Love can be a love between people with people or people with animals, nature, or country. However the love between man and woman is the most considerations that people talk about it.



Below is the revised version....



What is love? Many people define the word LOVE in different ways. Love can be a love between people and people, animals, nature, or country. However, the love between a man and a woman is the most talked about.

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blue_moons_1's First Kiss



I heard his voice so many times before but I have never had change to see his face. We decided to meet at the beach .He picked me up at where I work .I remember my heart was beating so hard when I saw him. I tried to calm myself down .We went to dinner at a wonderful restaurant. We talked and talked and talked but we could not remember what we have said, only thing I could remember was he hold me very tight and then give me a longest , hottest kiss in my life.



Below is the revised version...



I heard his voice so many times before but never had a chance to see his face. We decided to meet so he picked me up at my workplace. I remembered my heart was beating very fast when I first saw him. I tried to calm myself down. We had dinner at a wonderful seafood restaurant by the ocean. We spent all night talking but neither could remember the conversation. The only thing I could remember was how he held me tightly and gave me the longest, hottest kiss ever.

[z bebamboo z]

sea_nt's writing piece



the vast sea remember wave very much

like the edge of a pond remember row of rose- mallow

the ancient house remember smoke of the cooking fervid

the vegetarian restaurant remember the tasty soup

I sharpen to remember my first love

[z bebamboo z]

codautre's writing piece



When we hate everyone, he will be a boyfriend. I spent sweet day when he smile. We had same work. Month, Love is grow. Love is sweet

[z bebamboo z]

ledinhcuong's First Love



I think Each of people has a first love.And the first love is very significant in our life.

As i know, M.Gorki has written a short story named “The First Love”.

In this short story, his first love was not wonderful at all. But he still respect it.

And i think so. The narrator has loved a elder woman “Anna”. She was the wife of his employer.

His employer name is Griori. The narrator didn’t like Griori, because he was sere.

M.Gorki often visited his house, twice a week. And, after falling in love with her for a long time, he decided to confide in her.She was really surprise.She said that “Let me think about a week.”Ah, i forgot, i have to tell you that “M.Gorki were doing a hard work in this week”. One time, he was bleeding, Anna bandaged for him. And the narrator had to lie on her bed until he would be well again……..

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lovely_polarbear's writing piece



"she's singing beautifully", my close friend talk to me when we were seeing Yulia's perfomance. At the first sight, i thought she's not very good because of her actions-ridiculous actions. But for the second time or the third time, I could see her best when she sing the Gomenasai song. Her songs really make me change my opinion about the third world- people call it: lesbian world. Since her songs, I love her so much. I can feel i've never loved someone like I do now. She's the only one to sing what people avoid talking about. I love her so much, Yulia Volkova. it's mt first love.

[nobody2008vn]

I can not forget the time we spent together 4 years ago. As the sun was setting in an autumn Saturday evening at BachDang harbour, My ex-love (ex-girlfriend) and I got a first date. We sat at one ahead of the ship, and we ate a dish of ice_cream, which food we love so much, together and shared a glass of strawberry juice too. At the brief moment that her eyes looked like the sun light at sunset, I saw her as beautyful as the angel of god and I thought I could give her a hot kiss. When seabirds flew above our head and she looked after them, I held her lightly and put on her lips a hostest kiss. Everyone turned back and looked at us, her face was turned pink but she whispered in my ear :”your kiss is so hot and I love you”.

[iPropose]

We were supposed to meet up at his gate when he arrived, but the moment I saw his familiar face emerging from the crowd, I nervously sunk back into the chair at the waiting area. He came out of the gate and stood gazing around anxiously (if not as less nervous as I was). Then with a slight frown of disappointment, he hurried off to the Baggage Claim. I rushed up and tried to follow him as he paced toward the escalator. We were just about a few steps away down the escalator when I tried to call out his name over the excitingly loud conversation of the travelers blocking between us. He stood on the escalator step, looking with much agitation at the unfamiliar faces around him as we were descending. He couldn’t hear me.



When the escalator had finally come to the end, he strode quickly to the baggage area, set down his laptop case, and turned his head looking all around him again. His eyes stopped at the end of the escalator where I just got off and stood staring at him. He smiled, and his eyes shined blissfully as he let out a sigh of relief and rushed forward. He gave me a hug so tight that I was nearly suffocated. Then he lifted my face up with his hands running through my hair, and trembling said with a grin, “You cut your hair, and that’s cheating!” His eyes gazed deeply into mine as he leaned down closer; his breath warmed my face. The world around me swayed, my knees grew weak, and my stomach was having butterflies. Every noise around us faded away. Everything around us blurred. We kissed.



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[iPropose]

Love ...it seems to be a simple subject to talk about. However, I found it can get very complicated to love and be loved.

I ran into quite a few girls whom I found attractive. Some of them are nice, and some of them are meant. Some of them loved me, and I loved some of them. Till these days, I am not sure who really were in love with me. But one thing I know for sure, my first love was real.

It was a warm summer day in 1996, we, the VSA of Foothill College, went to Half Moon Bay beach for our club's picnic. There, we were having fun with BBQ, beach volley ball, football.... I was helping out with the BBQ pit and a girl approached to offer helps. I met her a few times before but we never spoke since she was a member and I was the club's president.

By the end of the day, I had to take her home since she could not carpool with her designated driver. Our trip back to Foothill College was quite a long drive, for the first 30 minutes no one said a word. I was so shy to start anything and so was she. I guess we both were shy because of the teasing from the picnic.

I finally decided to break the ice by asking of how was her day, did she like the picnic, and, was she mad at me? Neither she nor I spoke a word for almost 30 minutes. it was cute that I saw some tears on her cheek, and her mourning " why did you drive me home, I dint want to drive back with you, I was just helping you to cook, why did you talk to me....."

Whatever happened next was that we were together for 8 years. if it was not that picnic, if it was not the bib’s steak I gave her; if it was not the water I served, we wouldn't be together for that 8 years of our lives ........ The end of the story