I Want You Poems For Her Novels & Stories

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? -

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

“My royal highness, my prince, Prince Mharl, I missed you. Please fight to live. We still need you. I made a song for you. Please sing with me.” You Are the Apple of My Eyes When I first see you, You are shining, so I Can’t touch you, but show my heart You make me blush and happy. I like and love you, dear You are my song, I write The piano I hold The subject of my poem. Chorus: I love you tenderly, My flowers that bloom here You are the greenery The apple of my eye. Tom, today, and the future I promise to cherish you. You are cherished and loved

She obeyed, her chest rising and falling a little faster. I began, my voice a deep rumble: *"Your eyes hold worlds I've never seen—* *Forests dark and rivers clean,* *Desire buried deep and true,* *A universe contained in you."* I stepped closer, my fingertips grazing her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. Her lips parted on a silent inhale. *"Your lips, soft petals kissed by rain,* *A cure for every buried pain,* *They speak in whispers, soft and low,* *And teach me things I'll never know."*

He walked away first slow, shoulders straight, disappearing between the stacks. She watched him go. Then she turned back to the poetry shelf, picked up a slim volume by Warsan Shire, and opened it at random. The line that met her eyes: “i want to kiss you in a way that makes you forget your mother’s name.” She closed the book gently, pressed it to her chest for a second. Outside, rain drummed on the awning. Lagos kept moving horns, hawkers, headlights cutting through the wet dark. She stepped into the street, the folded note and red pen still in her bag, the memory of his hand warm against her fingertips, and for the first time in years the ache didn’t feel heavy.

It's like a fire you invite into your chest, knowing it will burn everything you've ever been to ash. It makes you look at her and vow to make the world submit at her feet if she so much as wished for it. You'd even change yourself for her. Love.

I will fill her with colour that even a rainbow will look nothing when next to her. I love her. So much. Wait for me darling, I will be there for you soon.

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 ***