Love Poems Novels & Stories

The only thing Seipati loved was that love had tamed the monster. Things were going well between them and Seipati gave the credit to Ntate Mogoadi again. To her, Ntate Mogoadi was like cupid. He had contacted her mother-in-law to get long lost love. She was calling him Mr love. She wished he could meet someone to love as well.

Her love remained under the shadows. ~~~If your love was an ocean, my love was the pearl inside the shell. If your love was the sky, my love was the shade of seven colors of the sky that none could see. If your love was the calm earth, my love was the volcano hiding beneath the soil. If your love was the moon, my love was the grandma of the moon whom none could see till now. If your love was the vast mountain, my love was the wet soil buried inside it~~~ My eyes closed shut as darkness embraced me into its arms.

sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune lo

Io You are a soul so sweet That my own fails to retreat I am drawn like the sun to the sky Together soon we will tie The binding of cups and rings To be together in all things You are a love so full of peace I savor the feeling unleashed I burn for you like moth to flame My heart is yours to tame This poem for you is my decree For all we are meant to be From your courted to you my bride With you I will always reside You who I will cherish all my life I will be husband as you are wife So, as we go from one to two Always remember I love you

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.

Knowing I picked a classic poetry book from my bookshelf, sat under my duvet and started to get lost in the poems that were written during war time 'My gentle one, with whom someday I shall be happy, we shall have our long walks and our quiet evenings which I dream of every night, when all of this is over, and I am back in your loving embrace. Think of me before you sleep as I'll think of you. My love, My Darling. Please do not fear, I will be home with you again, My beautiful love.' Reading poem after poem I could ignore the squealing and pounding of music beneath me, and I must have been reading for a while as when I peeked out of my window it was now dark.

In its embrace, the world feels small, All wounds disappear, all fretting is secluded. Although time rolls on endlessly, Love remains eternal, timeless. In the heart, two souls are closely linked, Carving a story, in one strong promise. Though storms come to shake the ocean, Love does not flinch, it remains faithful. In a warm embrace on a rainy day, Two hearts unite, in a cozy silence. Every smile you give, Is the light that illuminates the day. In your unspoken gaze, There are millions of meanings, unexplained. Love, like the sun on the eastern horizon, Warms the morning with soft rays.

There was nothing but the warmth of their eyes, the beating of their hearts, and the whispers filling the room: "I want to stay with you… forever… every day… every hour…" Adel smiled, but his eyes spoke with a heat greater than any words could convey. They remained on the couch, side by side in the corner of the room, exchanging words and whispers, immersed in a love that consumed everything. The night passed in a blink, igniting a shared desire and an insatiable longing. Every moment felt like a rebirth of life itself, a flame that never extinguished but grew stronger with every breath, every glance, every whisper—a poetic, radiant love, perhaps eternal.

Far beneath that moment… something continued observing the fragile pattern of effort and distance… recording how connection isn’t defined by perfection… but by whether it holds after it begins to slip.

" Wow... It's really the answer . You truly are genuious , the lady who have you must be blessed." The anchor praised him while he had no reaction. Jessica blushed when she heard the praises. " So let's go for another question. This is not that hard but also not easy likely more higher than the third question." He took another card containing fourth question. " The question is... How many loves do you hear in the peom given." " Love love love my beloved life. I see you in my dream filled with cloverleaf. Love love love my beloved life. You are like my gloves and