Love Poems Stars Novels & Stories

“I recreated a moment. A memory. One where I sat under the Blood Moon Tree with someone I... cared for. The essence of that memory is woven into the potion through my blood. It’s about the fragility and strength of first love. About light that flickers, but never truly fades.” “Can we dim the lights, please?” I add. As the room darkens, a gasp echoes through the hall. The potion glows even more intensely in the dark. Sprayed into the air, the mist hangs like stardust... tiny lights floating and spinning, leaving trails of glimmer that dance across the ceiling. The judges stare, wide-eyed. One of them raises a hand, letting the shimmer settle on his skin. It twinkles there like a tiny galaxy.

he said pain evident in his voice. “ She’d tell me that, when people die, they become stars which light upon us and that long ago , stars were free to wonder, two of them fell in love, yet one moved with speed, far away from each other, but there light always seemed to shine less the further they were away from each other,” he narrated. “ So the gods decided to put them near each other, static, so that they shone brighter , side by side for ever,” he continued, then tilted the telescope away from the star to another , besides it.

Until when would I forget that name. As I walk slowly, I look up in the sky. Stars are twinkling at me with light, mischievously squinting, and saying hello to me. They are like a sly pearl that adorns that dark blue sky and is no less inferior to the bright moon. The night’s aroma pervades the air, covering all the scenery inside. It is not as realistic as it is during the day. The air is filled with sweltering moisture, like a fog. The light from the lamppost is like a night of pearls gilled with bustling streets. A night is like dressing a black curtain into a magnificent world.

Emotions pour into the open sky, A symphony of heartache, a whispered sigh, Love's complexities, bittersweet, In the shadows, our souls do meet. I curl up in the cradle's embrace, Thoughts like constellations in space, A canvas of feelings, a universe to mend, Longing for a love that seems to transcend. The night winds whisper my name, Echoing my longing, my silent claim, My heart, a celestial light in the dark, Guiding me through love's intricate arc. In the night's quietude, I find release, My tears are a testimony, a plea for peace,

A gentle breeze carried whispers of the cosmos, weaving tales of ancient love into the fabric of the celestial tapestry. In this astral sanctuary, we exchanged glances, our eyes reflecting the stars that mirrored our intertwined fates. The cosmic echoes urged us to explore the uncharted territories of our hearts, where the essence of our connection shimmered like stardust. As we ventured deeper into the celestial garden, the ethereal blooms whispered secrets of love written in the language of the cosmos.

I reacted. Night is beautiful like stars are peeking at you and a cold breeze is humming for you. This is the night for lovers to talk with your dear one but I didn’t expect this night to know about all the secrets of my life. Just like stars whom we cannot see because of sunlight but at night in darkness all the stars are glittering together . All the hidden reasons behind my misery come out together in my life today.

“There’s this beautiful poem Nana used to read to me about the stars sometimes when I came here. I didn’t fully understand it then, but I think I do now.” “She called it If The Stars Could Speak. It was by one of her favorite poets Clariel Estevez, if I remember correctly.” He turned fully to her now, rubbing his palm along the exposed skin of her arms. He could only be grateful the dress wasn’t fully sleeved like all the clothes she enjoyed wearing. “Wanna hear it?” He asked when she didn’t say anything.

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

Sween’s heart to ache. “Love is a very special thing, my dear. Love means something different to everyone, but usually, it means you’d do anything for that person. You might even give up your life for them. And in some romantic cases, it could mean they want to spend the rest of their life with you.” He explained it the best he could in a way he hoped she could understand. “Do you love me?” She asked as Mr. Sween got up to leave. “Of course I do.”

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.