I Want You Poems For Her Novels & Stories

Her presence was like a weight, heavy and uncomfortable, reminding me that no matter how much I had accomplished, there was still something unresolved between us. The excitement of the moment began to fade as I glanced at her again. She was biting her lip, her brow furrowed, clearly struggling with something. For a second, our eyes met, and I saw a flicker of something in her expression; regret? Sadness? I wasn’t sure. But whatever it was, it only lasted a moment before she turned away.

With me. That I want her. All of her.

How my heart is so full that sometimes I'll catch a glimpse of her and will feel like I can't breathe, can't move, can't do anything except look at her, think about her, wonder how I would go on without her. I wish she would crack my skull open like an egg and look inside, to see all my thoughts and emotions so that she could know them without me having to say them, bumbling and awkward and inadequate, most of the words lost in my throat. That she could read all the poems and odes and ballads and sonnets and symphonies I've written to her that I'll never be able to transcribe with something so crude and untuned as my mouth. I want to tell her all of this. There are a thousand words on the ti

🎼You are the only one made for me. 🎼 Can you feel my heart beat. 🎼There are too many memories, 🎼To be remembered. 🎼Look at the sky and count the stars, 🎼 That's how uncountable my love is for you. 🎼I can't exchange you,even for the meteors in the sky. 🎼I'm in love with you. 🎼Let me stay in your heart. 🎼No matter how it ends.

It’s something I’ve always wanted and I’m glad. Guy I wrote a poem and you might wanna hear it Raven; go girl Sky; The night is young, innocent and so are we. So may I have this dance . I swear I will not let you go nor let you fall , please, let me have this dance. Did I time travel? In the middle of nowhere, she stands and burns like a winter fire. Aflame within it are bad memories. “Where are you? , I’m ready to dance “ Today , tomorrow or a century ago, you are the same for me, for the entire world. I promised to be with you until the very end of our lives and a thing like this would never change my mind. Till we meet in another world

Every time I look at her, I feel something that I can’t explain Her smile that is touching my soul and melting my heart, Making me breathe each day I live Tell me what is this if this ain’t love? Because every time my heart says ‘I love you My mind interrupts and says ‘Love her not’

for my eyes only not for public Deep inside of me I'm so happy that I found her but there's a lot of thoughts in my head about her. I miss her.. as simple as that. I miss her so much until I can't endure it anymore. I still remember her kisses , her hugs , her touch and the way her body fit in my arms. All I want to do was to walk to her and kiss her so badly "Good evening , My name is Irene Payton. I'm 22 years old" She said as she scanned the room quickly

She turned back to Boston as the crowd tittered. “I wanted to say something poetic and meaningful,” she said. “And I spent weeks trying to write the perfect thing. But in the end, I didn’t come up with much because every time I think about the perfect words to explain to you how I feel about you, how you make me feel about the world and our lives, and the possibilities that exist thanks to the way you love me . . . well, there aren’t words for that. I can only hope to show you every single day for the rest of our lives that you are it for me. You’re all I want, and all I need, and the whole world is brighter with you next to me.” El sniffed as she finished this, and her shoulders shook a lit

“I can’t stand to see you hurting like this.” “I thought you just didn’t want me,” she muttered into her pillow. “That’s crazy! I’ve wanted you for years!” I said. She sniffled again and sat up. Her beautiful blue eyes still glittered with tears. “Really?” she asked. “Of course.” “Why?” “Why what?” I asked her. “Why have you wanted me for years?” “Because you’re beautiful, sexy, smart, funny… why wouldn’t I want you? Why wouldn’t any guy want you?”

she whispered, brushing her lips against mine. Soon our little peaks turned into intense kisses. And she proved it to me again... Why is she the only woman who occupies my heart and mind? Why am I utterly captivated by her, completely under her spell? Why can't I imagine my life without her by my side? Why do I long to see her before drifting off to sleep and as soon as I wake up? It's because of her. Only her.