Love Poems Novels & Stories

A thousand dawns where dreams have just begun. Your smile, a whisper of the morning breeze, It wraps me in warmth and sets my heart at ease. Each word you speak is poetry untold. A melody of love, a bold story. With every glance, a symphony you play, Turning ordinary moments into a ballet. Your laughter is the rain on a thirsty earth. A gentle touch proves your priceless worth. In your embrace, I find my heart’s true home. A safe haven where my spirit can roam. The stars have etched our love across the night.

This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem. Your touch, a flame that ignites my soul, In your arms, I find myself whole. With passion burning deep within, I long for the moment our hearts will begin. In the soft glow of moon’s tender light, We surrender to the passion of the night. Our bodies entwined in fiery embrace, Lost in the rhythm of love’s sweet grace.

"To every lovely lady bright, I wish a gallant faithful knight; To every faithful lover, too, I wish a trusting lady true. A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou. A mighty pain to love it is, And this a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain, Is to love, but love in vain. May we have those in our arms, whom we love in our hearts. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;

…… One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely distain'd For thee to distain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can not give what men call love: But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the heavens reject not, And the desire of the moth for the star, Of the nigth for the morrow The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. (by Shelley) The End

When he finished reading the poem in his own language, he looked up at Liora, who was listening very carefully to every word even though she couldn't understand any of it. "Now let me translate it for you," he said, and then he began to explain what each part meant in words she could understand. "When darkness falls upon the heart, And sorrow fills the soul with tears, Remember that the light still burns, Beyond the veil of mortal fears. For love endures through endless night, And hope shall conquer despair, The heart that knows true love's embrace, Will find the light is always there." Liora was quiet for a moment after he finished translating the poem, because it was really beautiful and s

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.

Aarif said holding her hand in his and looking at Shayari who stared at him silently Shayari wanted to jerk his hand off but she did not because it would leave a negative impact. Shayari only nodded her head in response and Aarif smiled a bit and left from there. Wo zehar hai kya Jo kisi ki Jaan na le jaye Aur wo Ishq hi kya Jo kisi ko Dard na de jaye ~Ankita Ghosh (what kind of poison is it if it does not take anyone's life? And What kind of love is it that does not give pain to anyone ) Shayari recited the Shayari (a kind of poem) she read somewhere a long time back.

"Love is love when you love someone When they give their love back love becomes so sweet Love is so fragile yet so enduring Love is so caring yet so in need Love is in need of another love to make a great love How could love hurt someone so in love? Love is so kind To the point that it is so blind Love is so blind only to see the good Love is so sweet like a smell of a rose That is when the rose became a symbol of love When matters of the heart don't matter anymore

I must have dozed off while I was reading earlier. The Poems of Francis Ledwidge – the moth-eaten emerald green book I found in the study – is lying next to my pillow, the gold-embossed oak leaves on the cover glinting in the lamplight. The last thing I remember reading before nodding off was a poem gran had often sung to me as a bedtime lullaby. That book of the page is creased, dog-eared. The poem is about a water spirit who died after falling in love, which seemed to be one of Francis Ledwidge’s favorite themes – doomed love, tragic, beautiful maidens and lots and lots of flowers.

Love gives you happiness, but when it fails it will make your life miserable. Love gives you strength, but when it fails it makes you weak. Love gives you delight, but when it fails it will leave you in tears. Love will cherished you, but when it fails it will leave you wounded. Love will protect you, but when it fails it will neglect you. Love gives you a positive feeling, but when it fails it makes you hostile. Love gives you warmth, but when it fails it makes your heart cold.