Heartfelt Poems Novels & Stories

Fulmer truly loved you. Simon heard every word Eason said. Every word cut into Simon like a thousand tiny needles, leaving him breathless from the pain. Thinking back to the strange things Clover had said, Simon suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. So it turned out that his wife had once loved him so deeply. To protect his dignity and future, to spare him from pain, she had even borne the title of being infertile. Simon thought he deserved to die. How could he have pushed away a woman who had loved him so much?

And for that moment beneath the open sky, with the weight of truth still lingering in the air I felt something I hadn’t in a long time. Hope.

"It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present." He looked into Mitchell's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges."

“While millions of stars dance above my head, And war cries echo deep in my chest, If you became a single tear on my cheek, I’d turn into a shooting star, Silencing guns and bringing hope to tomorrow. ‘Don’t go,’ pleads the soldier in my wounded heart. Stay with me this time. Don’t let me die, beautiful one— Come to my heart at dawn…” As I whispered my poem, stroking Amber’s hair, I prayed she’d understand just how lost I’d be without her. That she’d feel it in her bones. “The sparks in my chest are turning to wildfire. Before I burn to ash and vanish into nothing, take my hand and put out the flames, my love. Don’t go. Please don’t leave me. If you walk away now, it’ll destroy me.”

His eyes grew large as she was talking and he asked, "You didn't let that bastard get you pregnant? Get rid of it and then get rid of him!' Lili was horrified at the callousness of her father. She thought he if knew that she was pregnant that he would soften, but now she knew how truly cold his heart was. "Father, I am not surprised by how low you have sunk and I truly feel bad for you. How cold your heart is to spew such hate filled words. I am sorry that you never got to know Finn, the man, who is so much more than an addict. He has such a beautiful soul."

A great piece from a super lover," she added with an emoji of a heart. She sends her own poem eager to show him how she too, was a literary queen and how much she felt alive reading the words that had come out of his heart to her—his emotions bleeding on ink and paper. She calls it 'Heart songs for Nat' Heart songs for Nat. A butterfly flapping it’s wings in lightless, undulating flight, so do i fly into a daydream miraculously clear, with you. A colony of bees busied by the aromatic beckon of that sweet nectar, so do i busy my soul with the bliss of your joyful presence. A gathering of white heaven lilies, a lamb or dove in its rest, so do i lay in pure innocence in bed with you. The cresce

(If felt like You are a piece of mine, I am incomplete without you My story is incomplete without you) **** I think these shayaris are written freshly and I am loving every shayari. Tears are not stopping from my eyes. I am a crying mess. Crying and laughing at the same time. Kitna samjhaya is dil ko Is ishq wishq me mat padna Par ye mann, mann hi mann mein Manmaaniyaan kar betha. (How much I taught this heart, Don't fall in love But this heart didn't listen to me And fell in love)

In the night's quietude, I find release, My tears are a testimony, a plea for peace, A poem of emotions, a tapestry spun, My heart's journey beneath the stars and sun. So let the night sky hear my song, A melody of heartache, emotions strong, Abigail's feelings, like stars, shall burn, In the universe's vastness, my love shall return. ✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.

I fell asleep thinking of when my life would take a turn . "Riley , Dexion hide don't come out till I tell you to. Okay sweethearts " Okay mom ,we said systematically. Mom I want to listen to one of your many poems . " Okay sweetheart here it goes , The song of my heart is like the clouds with it's tears ,it's like a poets words to it's audience,it's like a heart beat with it's thumping sound , what's the beauty of a faded rose lost among the depth of soil , what's the beauty of a star if it stops twinkling , what's the beauty of the heart of it stops loving . How was it my princess ? " Mom again , again again .I said repeatedly. The fire was burning our home and I could not see my mom or br