Love Poems With Stars Novels & Stories

The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’ ’The wings of a bird unlike the sound of his voice will forever flap and in the sky, he will turn. The grim of death lay heavy on the night for I know I will lose you in the depth of my life. In return for my sacrifice, I will see your eyes, they will glimmer with pride and I will feel the love. When I look up at the stars there is you, I will join you soon, we will meet by the moon’ I could feel the ache in my heart as I read the words in every poem. Whoever wrote this must’ve been carrying a lot of pain in them.

Memories returned when he made love to her. That night, Gabriel held his woman in his arms as she cried herself to sleep. He knew it was woefully inadequate, but he was unable to do more. He desperately wanted to make love to her. He wanted to tell her the truth. He could do neither. Finally, after Calleigh fell asleep, Gabriel could take it no more. Rising from the bed, he stared out the open French doors to the terrace, as the warm breeze whirled the curtains. He stared at the full moonlight floating against the black waves of the Mediterranean Sea, like lost ghosts caught and trapped in dark, invisible webs to the earth.

Slowly, I took her tiny hands into mine, and placed a long kiss on the back of her hands. “Thank you for being here, Vivian. You're my muse, and my greatest ally now. I really hope I get to make you proud someday.“ I heard faint footsteps and quickly closed my eyes, letting out fake snores. Even with my eyes closed, I could still feel Mum's presence. I snuggled my pillows, ready to sleep off.

I told them about how good you are when it comes to me that I often misunderstood it, how your eyes sparkled like a sunshine that it contagiously brought a smile on my lips, and how I fell in love with them because of you without you knowing it. I secretly whisper whenever we are together under the sky blanketed with little diamonds that "I like you, and I wish you know it". I am wondering if the stars could hear my calling because I can't help it now, I am helplessly falling. It is a sweet downfall anyway yet I still hope that my landfall could be smooth like leaves falling on the ground without even making a sound.

I felt his lips on me biting and suckling gently right where my shoulder and neck met. "Can I mark you?" He asked breathlessly. I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I said yes. "Yes." He bit down between my neck and shoulder and stars blurred my vision. I came from the sensation of him filling me up so perfectly, his thumb pressing against my clit, and the painful yet pleasurable bite he'd just given me. When I closed my eyes, I saw a night sky full of stars. There was a rush of emotion that fell over me. Emotions like love and longing so deep and true it overwhelmed me. My eyes brimmed with tears as I rode out the orgasm and the bombard of feelings. He held me against him and changed po

Victor Amuso; the devil. And as if he knew without even turning that I was there. My eyes were fixed on the billions and billions of stars above. It’s like nothing, I’ve ever seen before. Breathtaking. But I have never seen them with him there. Stars filled the sky like pale corn on the freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, love in hatred and a sense of warmth springing from the cold.

His touch sent a small shiver down my spine, but in the best way possible. We walked outside, and the cool night air wrapped around us. The stars above shimmered brightly in the sky, their glow like tiny diamonds scattered across the dark canvas. The moon was full, its light casting an graceful glow over the quiet landscape. It was one of those moments where everything felt perfect, like the universe had aligned just for us.

The Song of the Stars The night was vast and endless, a dome of shimmering constellations spread across the horizon like a celestial tapestry. The cool breeze carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the whisper of leaves, a symphony that seemed to echo the stillness that followed the storm of recent events. Lyra stood at the cliff’s edge, her cloak dancing with the wind as she gazed into the distance where the first traces of dawn began to paint the horizon in hues of violet and gold.

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.

"You're the heartless one, Steven. If Lydia hadn't happened to walk by and called an ambulance for me, I would've frozen to death on my own doorstep that night. It was freezing, below zero." Celine pulled her hand away. Her chest still ached with a dull, sour pain, but she would never give Steven another chance to hurt her. "At the birthday party, the second you heard Quinn was hurt, you let go of my hand. There were thousands of glass shards on the floor beneath my feet. If I hadn't caught my balance, I'd probably still be in the ICU right now." Celine wasn't saying this to get Steven to comfort her or apologize. She was simply stating facts. She wanted him to see that he had no right to st