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Our words danced in the air, weaving a tapestry of emotions that enveloped us in an intimate embrace. "Emily," I began, my voice filled with a newfound depth of emotion. "You have brought so much light into my life. Your love has awakened parts of me I never knew existed. With you, every moment is a testament to the power of love, and I am forever grateful for your presence in my world."

I inquired, my eyes searching his, for an earnest response. His answer was beyond my expectations, a poetic declaration that left me stunned. "I would bow down to only you, become the moon if you desire it, and move the earth if it meant fulfilling your wishes, so obviously love you more than you can imagine," he confessed, his words weaving a romantic spell that enveloped the room.

Ever since I saw him at the store, I can't take my mind off him, he's been on my mind every moment. "Love is light, the prince of colors. It is blinding, suffusing all you see. You may want to concentrate on other things but it comes with its charm to charm you with its varied play." "Mr. Romantic, the poet. I have told you what I thinking of, take it or leave it."

He leaned forward; his hands clasped tightly to her while he suddenly began to recite some lines of a poem. “I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body” Emelda was blushing, smiling, and throwing herself to and fro. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me. I will definitely bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person too and we will have us twice as much love and everything” he kissed her twice and said “Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives awa

For me you are just ordinary, not a romantic figure Not a single poetic figure When I'm by your side I feel comfortable When you go there is a little miss that fairy For me, you are a friend, a friend in times of joy and sorrow Your presence makes me smile, all tiredness and confusion in the chest are gone You are a simple person, face the day with a smile 1000 prayers for you my love, healthy body, healthy also your sustenance Choose you with prayer, string hope with bismillah Wading together, getting to know each other from time to time, both in joy and in sorrow Love poetry will not be able to say, love poetry will flow by itself. SINTIA

"I am loving you since your existence caught my eyes. I love your eyes which can pull me on my knees. I love your lips, the sweet heaven always left me for more. I love your cute little nose which scrunched when you get angry. I love your cute chubby cheeks which always blushed with my touch and get coloured. I love your deep thoughts of every aspect, about everything and every person. I love you physic which fit perfectly in my arms like it only made for me. You intrigued me in every way, my love. You are the love of my life. When I realised on that night of my birthday that you are made for me, I knew I'm screwed. But in my heart I was content like never before, finally having my woman bes

Was there something different about him? [Day one hundred: Mom brought that bad boy and his father home. The child had made me fall, pressed me down, and dug out my toy eye. It hurt so much. [The bad man told me Mom had given my eye to his son, and Dad's kidney too had become a gift. It was the first time I had ever seen Dad so furious—and the first time I saw Mom strike Dad for that bad man. [I feel sad for both Dad and me. I have decided I will never forgive Mom.]

Brianna suddenly remembered poetry she once had read in a book: O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love,

I told my new lover about you. How we used to break silence with our stares, targeting each other like guns with hundred bullets. I told my new lover about you. How we argue about table cloths, about which one is better; "A cup of coffee or a tea?" But now I don't drink both. I told my new lover about you. How you inspired me to write poems about the boy I like; not knowing until now that- you were that boy. I told my new lover about you.

At first, she could not find out what he was saying because though he spoke, there were no sounds coming out. But, later, she realized that he was reciting the poem. It was so wonderful and soothing. She inclined her head onto his shoulder and listened to his poem. It seemed both of them were drifting into the world of romance. THE ONE IN HEART There is nothing I want except you, When you are with me. Happiness, laughter, and smiles In your sweetest eyes will be unveiled. Holding tight your gentle hands, I can hold up high my head. All alone, you and me,