Novel & Cerita Love Poems For Getting Her Back

"You know my hunches are never wrong." "I used to know." She corrected. "Oh yeah. But..." Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, all I wanted to do was take her in my arms and make sure she didn't feel any soon ever again. I wanted to kiss her until I kiss away all her grief. "But what?" I got snapped out of my trance, back to her living room. "It's be better if you come back." "Dante..."

A real one, not a desperate, drunken plea. I'm getting her back. No matter what it takes.

Left you to die and came back to me. A slow, cruel satisfaction spread across his face afterward. “She came back to me. The man she actually loves.”

It had been quite long since I saw her, since she came back to tempt my nights and leave me groping aimlessly for more of her, and I didn't mind if she was trying to drive me insane, just as long as she never left me. 'I see you still remember me, my little warrior' I heard her reply, and her words were like silk on a perfect body – one that makes it stand out in the midst of other fabric – it made my body ache with need, and my heart constrict with pain of something I knew I will never have again even in the darkness of my mind. 'I could never forget you my love, not even if I wanted to' I reached out to hold her hands where it was playing over my lips, but it disappeared immediately and le

Come back to me. I love her.

Letting the weight of the wish I’d made curl into my chest like smoke. And I said the words again, just for me: I’m going to get her back. If it’s the last thing I ever do.

The lute deepens, his voice grows darker, colder, “ So let them burn, let justice weep, Let their screams be carved in sleep. He took her love, she took their breath, A fair exchange—a widow’s bequest. “Yet her own lips were silenced too, A braid of silk, a noose of blue. And still she chokes on bitter air, Yet still her ghost is waiting there.” His voice becomes a soft eerie whisper, “Oh, her love, does he hear her cry? Does he taste regret when the roses die?

I might have grabbed her arm, dragged her to the car, shoved her inside, and kissed her like she was the air I needed to breathe. Kiss her. God, it’s been so long since I felt her lips on mine. Too long. And who knows how long it’ll take me to convince her to come back home, to even give me a chance to touch her again. I’d do anything for her, but I know better now. I burned those bridges myself. I’ve been a jerk, an asshole, so utterly blind to her existence, that if it takes me an eternity to carve even the smallest fragment of love back into her heart, I’d deserve every second of that wait.

My heart ached with love and fear, knowing I could lose her in this selfless act. "Selene," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please, come back to me." She turned her head slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet. Her gaze was filled with unwavering resolve and a gentle love that broke my heart. "I will," she mouthed silently, her lips forming the words I needed to hear.

“Not like I love him, I only wanted him to be a substitute. If not that I'm in serious need of money, I would never think of coming back to him” “Damn!” She hit her head on the car steering. “I missed my chances; he is really cute, handsome, and has this wonderful body that no woman would want to take her eyes off,” Hera remembered Aiden, and what he looked like. Even when he was angry, he still looked handsome. “It's not too late anyway. I have everything it takes to get him back, and I will make sure I get him back and deal with him to the extent that his body, soul, and mind won't be able to comprehend it,” Hera promised herself and zoomed.