I Want You Poems For Her Novelas e Histórias

I did next thing I planned, I read out a short poem that kept making her smile. "I have a poem too... but it's majorly like an envision or envisage. How I imagine our relationship to be like, after marrriage. The title is 'Confessions to the man I Love." I smiled, she really do wrote a poem for me. "It's lengthy, just listen attentively." she added clearing her throat. "Confessions to the man I love." "I love the way you stare at me especially when you think I'm not looking." "I love the way you hold me in your arms at night."

She wanted to think about those moments but decided not to. 'Leave me' 'Dont this to be please, I love you' 'Im just tired of all these' 'Dont be' 'I just came as a maid' 'You are more than that, your heart is soft' 'Thats why you ride on me' 'No, my love for you is true.

I said. “One line?” I sighed, “I am not a poet or lyricist, my amoris.” “Hmm. You are boring,” she hmphed. I widened my eyes, “bo? Boooring? Waa~ Two lines it is then!” She gave me a victorious smile and chuckled, eagerly waiting for me to speak. I peered at her and allowed the words to just flow out of me. *** “In a scented dream when you came to me, I fell in love and tore my heart.

He then moved away and fixed his guitar. "I'm sorry..." He whispered but enough for him to hear. Hayan knows how sad it is to have an unrequited love. He likes Hajin for a long time now and he could only look at him from a far. They maybe close now but as Red said, he still feels he's so far away. No matter how he extend his hand, he won't be able to reach Hajin. "Why are you sorry? I'm not giving up on you, Hayan. I will ask you everyday until you say yes. So, I don't want to hear that apology. I don't need your pity, I'm already sad enough." He put away the guitar back to its place.

In anticipation, that one day you will see me. The world surrounds you for your outer beauty. But look through my eyes and you will see a different story. (The poem is not mine) India. My mate. My love. My soulmate. I know something very bad has happened to her. Very bad memories are imprinted in her heart, which are like a scar in her life.

I want her pregnant with my child. I want her anger. I want her laughter. I want her smiles. I want her tears. I want her selflessness. I want her kindness. I want her generosity. I want her body. I want her mind. I want her soul. I want her heart. I want. Want. Want.

I wanted to belong to her. If she wanted me to bark then I will fucking become her dog. If she was an artist, I would be her canvas. If she was the sun, I would be the sky that holds her. If she is fire, I would be the thing she burns. If she is destruction, I want to be completely ruined, doomed, and damned with no saving grace.

She came like the Angel in heaven When I see, I feel like keep staring at her Feel like kissing her lips When she smile like a flower Feel like flying, like the wind Go and tell her my love My heart pleads She is a Goddess Will entire life be enough to appreciate her beautiful face Her scent is in the air Are the flowers blooming with her thoughts in their mind Seeing the strand of hair waving on her forehead Lightning strikes in my heart One look will make my legs go loose Seeing her cheeks, I feel like kissing them Seeing her feet, I dream of becoming her anklets

The only sound now was growls, hers included, but then she spoke in a whisper, “stupid poems, only having you think about a person and then pow, smacks you across the face with reality.” What is she thinking about, the reality is I’m fucking in love with her. I wouldn’t want her any differently than she is, how can she not see how perfect she is.

" I love the fact that I came across her," "She is like the air that I breathe in," "She is like my light in my darkest moment, my strength whenever I am down," "I love her teasing and playful nature," "Her teasing and stares turn me on meh and……. "I love her meh," I let it all out. It was as if I poured all my heart, everything that I so much wanted her to hear but so bad she wasn't here to witness that. "Hey! Why are you standing there like a statue?" I jeered