I Want You Poems For Her の小説・ストーリー

If my mother was alive I might share some with her, maybe even write her one like I do whenever the pain of her loss is too much to bear. I write for a while losing track of time as I place my pain and frustration into words then something on the breeze reminds me of someone else and the poems take a different turn. In my darkest hour Thoughts of her sear my brain Burning desire all but consumes me Her touch is all that could ease my pain Eyes like pools that I want to drown in The stars above have nothing on her She’s the beauty that I Admire from afar I long to hold her and make her mine

Her words dance in my heart, a captivating art, As I ponder on her book, a masterpiece apart. ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ (Pre-Chorus) 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 Every line, every page, brings me closer to her, A fragrance of love, an allure I can't defer.

◇KRISH POV◇ I'm ignoring her but don't know why my heart is aching for her attention everyday with you gives me a thrill all my dreams you richly fulfill I'm a fool for your charms you belong in my life I belong in your heart love me please say that you'll am I expecting more have I told you yet how much you mean to me have I told you yet about all the happiness you bring have I told you yet that you mean the world to me just in case I haven't I want you to know that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me I wrote your name in the sky but the wind blew it away I wrote your name in the sand but the waves washed it away I wrote your name in my heart and forever it will say . . what I'

I feel the jingles of her bangles like the beat of my heart. She became my reason to live. She is my desire and my hope. She is the pleasant breeze of cold winter evening that brings electricity in my nerves. Like the blossom of aromatic flowers she filled my life with colors of rainbow. Like droplets of rain after an age of drought she showered me with her grace. Edith Rodriguez you are my penance, my wanton desire. Like a moth attracted to a flame I would keep revolving around you for you are the sole woman I want to have more than my life.

When I saw her I couldn't stop myself from reciting a poem which just cooked in my heart for her. """"""""""""""""""""""""""" In your irises, I want to get my resemble. In your lips, I want to be the smile. In your cheeks, I want to be the blush. In your ears, I want to be the tune. In your skin I want to be the fragrance. In your hair, I want to be the wind blowing. In your heart, I want to be the throb. .... You are the one MY LOVE for whom I complete my breath.

Or do you need her? What do you see when you look at me? Are you looking at me or are you looking at yourself in the mirror behind us? What do you want when you part your lips but never speak? What do you wish for when your eyes shine beneath me but you forget me the next minute? Do you see me? Or do you see another her? I've started to miss your touch, every second every minute. It's poisonous because what do you see when you look at me? Do you see me or do you see another her? -

I love you are three words that come at the thought of you. I love you, are simple but sweeter that all things I love you is the only way to show what is true. When I say 'I love you'. please don't take it lightly. Because I love you. I can see in the dark brightly. Though it seems impossible. I love you feels nice." he is literally in verge of tears all he wants is a single chance to get her back in his life and he wants to prove that he is changed for her love

Bela telepathically with her two friends without Raisa's knowledge was busy collecting balls behind the slide. I write down memories of how I found you. About what makes it easy for me to give my heart to you. A million songs will not run out to tell your beauty. It's a very long poem to write this love. This love has run out no longer remains for the world because I have spent the rest of my love just for you. I used to think about my life without you. Can it be more beautiful than what I've lived until now. I always dream about the beautiful old days with you. Keep your long hair beautiful even though it won't be black anymore. When this time is up. No longer based on the world. I've spent

(your love destroyed me, It broke me like that I died Nor I have left any desire to live Nor I wish to die This heart wants your togetherness Despite knowing it is impossible what ever it is asking for it pretends to be oblivious Your togetherness is not heaven Nor I am an angel But if you are with me I will imagine hell as heaven as well But the problem is You do not accept my togetherness And I can not accept anything except you " Shayari said thinking about her position in life (It is written by me, forgive me if I make mistakes in translation or in the poetry itself.) " Why do not you love me like I do Shauhar ji? Why? What crime have I committed? " Shayari screamed but got no answer ***

She whispered clearly as she frowned. "Ma'am, please help me!" I begged. "Help?" She said and narrowed her eyes, she looks like she was inquisitive about it. "Yes, ma'am." "What help and why me?" She interrogated. "Because you might know about it," I seriously look at her eyes. "Know what?" "Your poem entitled 'I'm sorry,' ma'am. Isn't it's about a man who lived in another world?" I said and I examined her emotion, her eyes widen in horror and chaos.