I Want You Poems For Her Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 Ye Dil bhi badi kambakht cheez hain Jise ye khona nahi chahti Woh uska hona nahi chahta Jise iski talash hain dilo jaan se pyar hai Ise uska hone se aitraz hain ~Ankita Ghosh (this heart is an idiot whom she wants to be her he doesn't want her and who love her with his everything she doesn't want to be his)

I need and want only you",I sob. "I love you too. she hiccups, I love you more than life . I need and want you so much",she sobs in my neck. Thank fuck I got her now.

How long does it last Can love be measured by the hours in a day I have no answers now but this much I can say I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away And she'll be there

*Ben* She is mine. I almost say aloud the words that reverberate through my soul. She belongs to me in the same manner that clouds belong to the sky and leaves to the trees and ore to the earth, part and parcel, a piece of the whole. I am not one for poetry, yet for her I wish I had the ability to write sonnets. I wish I had met her at a ball, had courted her properly with flowers, strolls, and rides in the park. But romantic gestures are as foreign to me as love.

I look at her again and again, my pen moving almost unconsciously, a smile playing on my lips as I fill the paper with my love for her. The moment I give her the poem to read, I see a look in her eyes that makes my heart soar. She loves it. She cherishes every word. She looks at me with the same expression of love and longing that I feel inside my own heart. I can tell she wants more, and that look alone is worth more than anything. It's the perfect time to make love. The moment feels so right. We've been through so much together, facing trials and joys hand in hand, and making love now will only ignite our passion more intensely.

So, the quote stayed in her mind. The gorgeous scenery ahead made her think of the lucky quote just then. She told herself she wouldn't have enjoyed this view if David hadn't kidnapped and brought her here. The mist covered a vast plot of this land with mountains and a lake. It was worth the demanding journey here. Blinking in shock, she continued to stare at the view. Then, she recited a famous Emily Dickinson poem. Her soothing voice harmonized with the chirping birds. "The mountain sat upon the plain. In his eternal chair, his observation manifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees, like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, of dawn the ancestor."

(You stay on my lips Like a poem I'll remain awake in your Eyes like a dream) Tu ishq ishq sa mere Rooh mein aake bas ja Jis aur teri shehnaai Uss or mein bhagure (You come and reside in My soul like love I run in the direction Where your music plays) Haath thaam le piya Karte hein vaada Ab se tu aarzu Tu hi hein irada (Beloved, let's hold hands And make a promise From now on you're My wish and my intention) Mera naam le piya Main teri rubaai Teri hi to piche piche Barsaat ayi, barsaat ayi (Beloved, take my name as I am your poem The rain keep following you) Tu ittr ittr sa mere Saansoe mein bikhar ja

Her words carried the weight of unspoken emotions, the depth of her love for him resonating in every syllable. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, tears welled up in her eyes, silently tracing paths down her cheeks. She leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss on his forehead, hoping desperately for any sign of response. “The moments we shared lingered like a melody, haunting yet beautiful. To have you back and yet unable to feel your presence is a cruel twist of fate. I would give anything for your awakening.For the chance to hold you once more, to tell you how deeply I cherish you.My soul is intertwined with yours.”

“You're staring.” “Iㅡ” My heart suddenly seemed to slam against my ribcage and I couldn't bring myself to say anything. He stepped closer, his finger reaching up to brush against my cheek. Soft. Reverent. I shuddered as the pad of his fingers traced my skin like the ghost of a prayer. “I missed you, you know? I can't tell you how…happy I am seeing you after all these years… I still think of you.” My words were caught in my throat. “Remy…” I whispered.

was staying out late on our anniversary. Coming home reeking of another woman. A she-wolf I knew and despised: Aurora. His first love. I had spent the entire afternoon in the kitchen preparing for our full moon ritual. When he walked in, I smiled and moved to greet him. He didn't even grant me a glance. During the ritual, the critical look on his face shattered what was left of my spirit. My composure finally broke, my voice trembling as I fought back tears. "Is my food not to your liking? Or is Aurora's scent so intoxicating that you can't stand the sight of me anymore?"