Love Poems About Stars Novels & Stories

I wrapped my arms around my body as the cold wind whipped my skin slightly. Who was I kidding? I knew exactly what I felt at that age and it's not in any way different from what I feel for him now. “Looks like you've always known me. Well as they say, love is blind indeed.” The corners of her lips lifted up a bit, like she was trying so hard not to smile but she can't try as hard as possible. We watched the sky which was lit up with the stars. The beauty was beyond describable. The stars, like glitters, shone brightly and sparkled before our eyes.

Adele sank her face between her palms as she cried. "No," she said again, her voice louder this time. She stumbled out of bed, her legs weak beneath her. She ran to the door, her hands fumbling with the knob. It wouldn't budge. Locked. Adele sank to the floor, pressing her forehead against the cool wood of the door. Tears streamed down her face as sobs wracked her body. Hours passed. The sun had began to set and soon it was dusk, casting long shadows across the room. The darkness outside seemed to mock her, the moon bright and the stars twinkling as though the sky was happy. As though the universe was celebrating her despair, her misfortune.

The children have been put to bed, their dreams a world away, leaving Tom and me to revel in this quiet moment. Leaning into Tom's embrace, I feel the warmth of his presence enveloping me. The crackling of the fire and the soft strumming of the guitar create a soothing symphony. Above us, the stars twinkle like diamonds, casting their radiant light upon us. I tilt my head back, my gaze fixated on the vast expanse of the night sky. Each star holds a story, a testament to the wonders of the universe. In this moment, I am captivated by their beauty and the infinite possibilities they represent.

'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight. Nneoma read the poem, her voice smooth and steady. I gaze up the night sky What meet my gaze? Myriads of shinning stars They shine like iridescent diamonds Diamonds of sublime beauty They twinkle and shine, twinkle and shine. Giving light to all nocturnal creatures The brilliant stars tell me Tales of life yonder They tell me of great meadows With yew trees, yew trees with amber Fruits, of azure rivers ever flowing Of golden fishes ever swimming

CHAPTER 1 Butterflies in the stomach turn the mind and soul into the joyful space of the moon and the stars. Mhhh! Stars… The beauty ,adornment and embellishment of the stars... Stars are born as soon as the sun goes to be breastfed by its very own mother everytime it sets down, and I can say that's what elucidates broad daylight and the night. Commencing something beautiful is a natural,cosmical feeling, it's a beautiful feeling that no one can pass the question easily, writers and poets still can't pass that expressional answer, it's a mystery!

He thought of the nights they had lain beneath these very stars, weaving stories for their daughter, promising her that nothing loved was ever truly lost. He smiled, brushing a lock of hair from her brow. “Only those who burned bright enough,” he said softly. “The stars are old. They have seen many stories, many lives. But they remember the ones who changed the world—the ones who loved fiercely, who gave all they had, who left light behind for others to follow.” She leaned into him, warm and small against his side. “Mama burned bright, didn’t she?”

Sween’s heart to ache. “Love is a very special thing, my dear. Love means something different to everyone, but usually, it means you’d do anything for that person. You might even give up your life for them. And in some romantic cases, it could mean they want to spend the rest of their life with you.” He explained it the best he could in a way he hoped she could understand. “Do you love me?” She asked as Mr. Sween got up to leave. “Of course I do.”

Slowly, I took her tiny hands into mine, and placed a long kiss on the back of her hands. “Thank you for being here, Vivian. You're my muse, and my greatest ally now. I really hope I get to make you proud someday.“ I heard faint footsteps and quickly closed my eyes, letting out fake snores. Even with my eyes closed, I could still feel Mum's presence. I snuggled my pillows, ready to sleep off.

The Song of the Stars The night was vast and endless, a dome of shimmering constellations spread across the horizon like a celestial tapestry. The cool breeze carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the whisper of leaves, a symphony that seemed to echo the stillness that followed the storm of recent events. Lyra stood at the cliff’s edge, her cloak dancing with the wind as she gazed into the distance where the first traces of dawn began to paint the horizon in hues of violet and gold.

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.