Love Poems Novels & Stories

he asks in a soft, whispering voice, his blue eyes piercing my soul, and I can't deny his request. I clear my throat, feeling a wave of nervousness surge within me. "My love came from afar Over the stars Beyond the horizon My love, my love Your softest kiss Cannot compare to the summer breeze My love, my love Kiss me like the summer breeze" I recite the poem slowly, my eyes fixed on his lips as he moves toward me. As I finish the poem, he comes even closer, his lips almost meeting mine. However, I turn my face, and his lips land only on my cheek.

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

Snow stood up and read aloud, "life gets lonely when you're alone. O'er the years and time it fades. Verily, life is a journey not to be journeyed alone. Everlasting passion is yours if ye reach." "Alright class," Patricia called, "what spell is it?" "A love spell." They chorused. Patricia nodded, "and after the acrostic weave we have the ekphrastic weave, this form is more clearer than the rest as you have only to simply state what you want. But then, such lucidity requires an awful lot of connection, in other words it isn't widely used. An example please." Inara stood, "I need a guide." "What spell is that?" Asked Patricia.

For me you are just ordinary, not a romantic figure Not a single poetic figure When I'm by your side I feel comfortable When you go there is a little miss that fairy For me, you are a friend, a friend in times of joy and sorrow Your presence makes me smile, all tiredness and confusion in the chest are gone You are a simple person, face the day with a smile 1000 prayers for you my love, healthy body, healthy also your sustenance Choose you with prayer, string hope with bismillah Wading together, getting to know each other from time to time, both in joy and in sorrow Love poetry will not be able to say, love poetry will flow by itself. SINTIA

my poem reads thus. ....... A LOVE POEM BY FETTY... I use to think love was an illusion and an overrated feeling of hopelessness I had this notion of how much of a hyped feeling this abstract thing was Infact, I downgraded this magical feeling and made it a foot mat Until I fell.... Falling completely in love with you made me realize every possible assumption of love is a reality And this magical feeling is taking me round the world in an instant You are the abstract fabric that kneads every bit of my heart and make melodious symphonies out of my heartbeat

Mary whispered wickedly to her. This time Jane held the phone firmly so that Mary couldn't snatch it back. 'To Jane I will love thee in the winter, When the ice and snow lie deep. I will love thee in the spring, When the budding willows weep. I will love thee in the summer, When the sun burns hot and bold. I will love thee in the fall, When the aspen leaves turn gold. I will love thee all year long. Love eternal is my song.' One season of love from Lucy was terrible enough. Her eternal love was something no one could be expected to bear. Lucy needed to stop writing all these crazy love poems!

HEER "I don't know what love is but what has happened to me, I swear I won't be able to live without you." God, if this is love then I would like that love should never happen to anyone. If it is really so painful, then I ask why these moths of flame give themselves pleasure in pain like this. Love is really like a burning flame that keeps wandering moths around itself. Get restless and burn in sorrow. I don't know why they let themselves feel this.

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

*** POV of the Tree of Knowledge They came to me in search of power. Some came in search of answers as well. I have been witness to ages that have come and gone, I have seen heaven and hell. The wheel of time, turns with no hindrance, Love comes and whispers peace in its bossom. Like the floating cloud, it is delusional. It gives you strength to move the entire colloseum . Naive, fragile, tender but poisonous at times. Love is a dagger that lovers would happily pierce their hearts with. This love, they never understood it's true meaning or worth.

Their love, illuminated by the moon's soft glow, was a testament to the power of enduring devotion. As the world outside slept, the couple shared the most profound of moments—the knowledge that love, when pure and enduring, had the power to transform lives and leave a legacy that could last for generations. Their love story, like the garden they had danced in, was an eternal reminder of the beauty of love, the power of connection, and the celebration of life's most precious moments.