Novel & Cerita Love Poems From Books

“Silly, I’ll return your share of your fortune to you once I’ve gotten all of Elena’s assets.” “Aaron, you’re my hero! “But you can’t fall in love with her. She looks quite similar to me. I’m worried…” Aaron snorted. “I always brought you to my bedroom that I share with her, asked you to put on her nightgown, and made love to you on the bed I share with her. Do you know why?” “Why?” “Because I hope when I’m with her, I can pretend that she’s you. It feels less miserable that way.”

"Do you know why it's not me this time?" Ashton's pupils constricted. "It's because I came back, too!" I looked impassively at his expression. "In our past life, you ran over me and the two children. We died so tragically! "Didn't you say that Jane was the one you loved the most? I'm watching you two and how in love you are!" My lip curled. "I wonder if the two of you will last." "It's impossible!" Ashton shook his head. "Blair, I was mistaken. I'll treat you well in the future!"

Roy then deliberately took Sira's hand. Among the brightly shining stars, Love grew in the silence of the night. In the gentle whisper of the calm wind, The heart trembles, dancing in peace. Every second is like an eternal melody, Uniting in the sacred strains of destiny. The longing engraved in the gaze of the eyes, Becomes the language of the soul that no words can express. Love, like light at dusk, Warm, yet full of secrets. In its embrace, the world feels small, All wounds disappear, all fretting is secluded.

As long as I stayed asleep, the pain would disappear. After I fell asleep, I had a dream about a time when I was 18. Elton had nothing, but he loved me completely. We were too poor to afford a real birthday cake and could only buy a tiny chocolate cupcake from a corner bakery. He pulled me to the window of New York’s most luxurious custom gift shop. He pointed at a princess birthday set—a crystal lace dress inspired by top designers and a custom cake decorated with gold leaf and chocolate sculptures. Elton hugged me tightly, hiding the tears in his eyes. He promised me, "One day, when I have money, I'll give you all the best things. I’ll make you my one and only princess."

I must confess that money is good but marrying a younger man is the best cause marriage would become even more perfect. I left his room nodding my head. Mr Chancy is doing all that he can to put a smile on my face, showering me with expensive gifts, taking me to exotic places whilst the least I got from Larry was a rose flower once in a while but I still liked it that way, at least I loved him as much as he loved me. Money might put smiles on faces but I can't deny the fact that money is not everything, I don't think that expensive gifts or going to exotic places would ever make me fall in love with Mr Chancy, it's totally impossible as far as I am concerned.

They thought of one possibility, and they all together blurted out the same word “ Bringer “. Once Earth arrived at the altar, he saw instructions carved into a stone that says, ‘ Poke your thumb finger with the knife on the altar and drop three blood on the table and write your name using your blood ’ Earth followed as instructed without any hesitation. After he wrote his name using his blood, the letters came alive and levitated above his head then it burned. As the blood burns each letter started disappearing, then he felt a searing pain in his left shoulder. The pain felt like someone is carving on his flesh. After the pain disappear, he saw that there was indeed carved on his shoulder.

| Epigraph | His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her...He's probably forgotten that I'm here, beside him. *throws cream buns to all my readers* <<< This book is dedicated to those who think they don't deserve the one they love >>> Here you go! | When We Met | "Love is like a wind. You can never see it, but you can always feel it." Birds were chirping, the skies were all clear except for kites. A soft breeze splattered over trees which reverberated with pleasure. It was the spring season, perfect for every girl and boy, man and woman.

It's an endless stream of merriment. This creature was elegant, the aura around him loudly spoke royalty. The love in his eyes seems to be stronger than any story I had heard of love potion's power. The waves of the tender love I felt protruding from him was stronger than my little tender heart that had never in real time experience love.

Gladys says, smiling at me and the ladies scream in longing at what has been bestowed for me. “Lastly…” Gladys says, presenting a stack of book towards me. “This is a volume of the king’s favorite books, bound in the finest leather and edged in gold. These poems are shared with you as a token of his desire to connect through the words that move him." Once again, there is an audible sigh spread through the women. "To share his favorite verses," one woman mused aloud. “To connect with him on such an intimate level... What I would give to hold that book, to read the words that move him." Another adds.

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,