Romans & histoires Love Poems About The Stars

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

“Why do you loathe me so much, when I have always enjoyed watching you roll across the sky? I always found shapes in you, and chose to see the most beautiful things I could so you would be happy. Why can’t you just love me in return?” The clouds didn’t answer, being the aloof, scattered things they are. They are wistful and wishful and really don’t care much about the concerns of those who prattle on beneath them. They are very different from stars, which are quite concerned with the antics of earth. Stars choose you, and watch over you, and are interested in what you say and to whom you say it. They are inquisitive. They are compassionate. They would most certainly come to the aid of the St

he said and went closer to her. "What are you doing?". "Stop right here, let me put this pendant on your neck," he said while showing her the pendant which was in his hand. He went behind her, and pushed her hair strands gently from her neck, and placed a star-shaped pendant on her neck. He was close enough that she could feel his warm breath on her neck. "It's done, let's go," Leo told her and went outside to take fresh air.

Instead, I brought my hand over your cheek and gently caressed it. "It feels like I'm still with you, right? The only difference is that I'm far with such long distance, but my eyes will remain on yours. Hm?" I didn't say a thing, but stared for a moment. Surely, stars could be one of the greatest thing to compare to you. Even though I am not looking through the sky, I can already see stars in your eyes. They're shining brightly as if they are staring at their most precious moon. I love its view.

He is pointing up at the stars, showing me the different constellations. “See those stars?” He says as he points to a cluster of stars. He grabs my hand and traces a unique shape in the sky, amongst the cluster of stars. “Those are the Lost Lovers.” "Why is it called that?" “It is said, that years ago, a man and a women fell hopelessly in love. However she was taken from him. They would look at the stars every night, and think about their lost soulmate. Until one day they would be reunited.”

He insisted. “I’m…I’m at the end, I hate you and I want you to know that. I want that to be the last memory of me to you, I hate you so much Vander Will I hate myself for trusting you and loving you? I hate you, if I could just turn back time, I will choose to not let our paths cross.” I said as I pull the phone away from my ears and ended the call tears starts to uncontrollably stream on my face as I look up at the dark sky full of stars “You’re always unfair to me and I can’t do it anymore, I’m giving back the life you gave me I just want to rest.”

The stars, dotting the firmament like shimmering diamonds, evoked memories of times past, precious moments he held dear in his heart. Helena, appearing like a gentle apparition, broke the silence with her warm presence. Her soft steps echoed in the backyard, a gentle echo filling the space between them. As she approached Bruno, she found herself enchanted by the same spell he was experiencing, sharing the fascination for the starry sky. “Everyone has left,” she said softly, her voice echoing like a gentle melody in the quiet night. “What are you doing out here alone?” Bruno turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the brightness of the stars. A tender smile curved his lips as he explained his

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.

“There’s this beautiful poem Nana used to read to me about the stars sometimes when I came here. I didn’t fully understand it then, but I think I do now.” “She called it If The Stars Could Speak. It was by one of her favorite poets Clariel Estevez, if I remember correctly.” He turned fully to her now, rubbing his palm along the exposed skin of her arms. He could only be grateful the dress wasn’t fully sleeved like all the clothes she enjoyed wearing. “Wanna hear it?” He asked when she didn’t say anything.

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?”