Love Poems Stars Novels & Stories

My tears fell and landed on Zach’s face. Delight showed up on his face. “Starling, am I seeing things? I think I see you. “I must look really ugly now. “Starling, I’m not handsome like this. Do you dislike me now?” I shook my head and signed. [No. You’re the only one I care about and the only one I love. I’ll always only love you.] “I love you the most too.” With great difficulty, Zach reached out and wanted to touch my head, but he only touched air.

Another real thing — something humans can’t touch, can’t ruin. I know someone’s standing beside me. I noticed the second he walked over, but I don’t bother looking. He smells nice, clean, warm — but the moon has all my attention. The stars, too. Maybe it’s the freedom of it all that keeps me staring. “You know one fact about the stars?” I ask, still watching the sky. When he doesn’t answer, I keep going, my voice quiet but steady. “Most of them might already be dead.” The words hang there between us. “Their light just hasn’t stopped reaching us yet. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it? How something can be gone and still look alive.”

well she like pillow so much! We both place ourselves lying on the covers with blanket on its top, looking straight at the night sky is such a great feeling, "Its like a tiny lights from the city, it is hard to identity what is big and small" "Stars...it is hard to be as shiny as them...they might be pretty and shiny but will die eventually and becomes a sad and boring stone in the sky..." I said and then look at her, "But everyone wants to be a star...." "That is the problem with poeple...they want a temporary shining....why not choose something for a lifetime..."

Sure". I laughed and watched with amusement as she quickly laid on the bed. I laid beside her and ran my fingers on her face, as I slowly sang the song she'd requested for. When you cry, be sure to dry your eyes, Cause better days are sure to come. And when you smile, be sure to smile wide, And don't let them know that they have won. And when you walk, walk with pride, And don't show the hurt inside, Because the pain will soon be gone. And when you dream, dream big, As big as the ocean, blue. Cause when you dream it might come true. For when you dream, dream big. “Aunt Shelly.“ Her sleepy voice called. “Am I allowed to dream big too?“

He is pointing up at the stars, showing me the different constellations. “See those stars?” He says as he points to a cluster of stars. He grabs my hand and traces a unique shape in the sky, amongst the cluster of stars. “Those are the Lost Lovers.” "Why is it called that?" “It is said, that years ago, a man and a women fell hopelessly in love. However she was taken from him. They would look at the stars every night, and think about their lost soulmate. Until one day they would be reunited.”

“Our star? Tell me more.” “Well, legend has it that when two souls find each other amidst the vastness of the universe, a new star is born—a beacon of love guiding them through its tempests.” Ellaya smiled softly, touched. “What do you call this star?” “I’ve named it Elysium. Because being with you feels like paradise—a place where time bends and ordinary becomes extraordinary.” She traced tiny constellations on his hand. “Elysium. I like that. But what if we’re apart someday? Will our star still shine?”

As my perfume diffuses into the surrounding atmosphere, it leaves a trail of dainty twinkling stars that glow fiercely in the dark. I explain this to judges as they gape in awe. “My inspiration for this bottle of perfume is from my interpretation of love. Like the Blue Moon Flower, love sometimes may appear soft and fragile, or weak in its brightness. But just like the stars, they will always shine for you, even if the light is not as bright as the moon. You might not always see them, but they are always there.” I bashfully bow as I receive a round of applause from the audience and the judges, before watching them move on to Lily’s perfume. They repeat the actions of spraying the perfume and

You made me change for the better, and I always thank the stars every time we see them, 'cause they were the reasons why I met you. Just like the number of stars that we see every night, I can always tell each one of them a reason why I love you. And if you ever asked me why I do, I can't even say it all in a year, because there are an infinity of reasons to tell you. I told the stars about you. Like how you told them about me. Only the difference is that I wish them to change what you felt for me 'cause just like the number stars, there are millions of reasons why you shouldn't love someone like me.

"Each night , the moon kisses secretly the lover who counts the stars.." Rumi ___________________________________________________________________ Third person's pov There she was. Looking as beautiful as moon in a night sky full of darkness shining around and lighting everything up with her cheerful aura, sweet voice , that melodious laugh and ever so pretty eyes. It was to say even stars would envy her. As one would say after looking at her for first time, a ball of sunshine and rainbows was she but as they say people judge too quickly and she was no exception to that.

I couldn’t blame him, he doesn’t know after all. I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the starry night sky. Knox was like the stars. I could only watch him from afar but I couldn’t be with him. And then there’s the moon, Emerald. The stars represent Knox, twinkling and dancing in the midnight blue sky, clear of any clouds. Performing the eternal court, praising the moon and its beauty.