Love Poetry Books Novels & Stories

The prophecy Locks of velvet night A blaze to dark enlight Eyes of light Heart of might Phosphorescence of might inbound. The witch and the seer, a pair confound A love so rare to ice be bound A witch of might to face the hounds.

19. Hanging out with naked women!!!!! 'I am afraid to love, and yet I love you. My fear is like a wall I walk right through. The wall is there, and yet it doesn’t stop me. I need it still, and yet I still need you.' Sharp 9 O' clock, the clouds out there in the sky were dancing a maniac dance. While here in her room, Aurora sat hell disturbed. In order to kick that hollow feeling of guilt away, she chose to read a collection of love poems by Nicholas Gordon, a poet who penned down one's heart feelings into words.

How wonderful it is to have Noah holding a book, doing this kindness for me that goes against his nature. "I don't mind." "Which one?" "You choose," I say. He flips a few more pages, then settles on one. In his deep voice, I hear him read. "You say you love; but with a smile, cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid's nun—/ And kept his weeks of Ember— O love me truly." "Keats was kind of romantic, don't you think?" "A poet par excellence." I cling closer to him, letting his scent fill my senses. "Go on."

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.

As long as I stayed asleep, the pain would disappear. After I fell asleep, I had a dream about a time when I was 18. Elton had nothing, but he loved me completely. We were too poor to afford a real birthday cake and could only buy a tiny chocolate cupcake from a corner bakery. He pulled me to the window of New York’s most luxurious custom gift shop. He pointed at a princess birthday set—a crystal lace dress inspired by top designers and a custom cake decorated with gold leaf and chocolate sculptures. Elton hugged me tightly, hiding the tears in his eyes. He promised me, "One day, when I have money, I'll give you all the best things. I’ll make you my one and only princess."

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

The fireplace crackled softly, casting amber light across the lakehouse living room. Shadows danced across the walls as the wind outside whispered through the trees. Inside, time felt suspended. Ava sat cross-legged on the thick rug, the warmth of the fire brushing her bare arms. She was reading from a dog eared poetry collection she’d found tucked between old novels on a high shelf. The spine was cracked. The pages smelled like memories. The poems weren’t curated or famous just raw, honest words scrawled by someone who must’ve loved too deeply.

🌹Aurora🌹 The reception hall was a dazzling arena of opulence, where every detail was meticulously arranged to project perfection. I moved through the crowd as if in a daze, a reluctant participant in a performance that felt both surreal and suffocating. The ballroom’s high, vaulted ceilings were draped in shimmering lights, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and fresh flowers. Yet beneath the glitz and glamour, I sensed a pervasive emptiness—a facade that masked a world of expectations and unspoken agendas.

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she asked, her concern evident in her voice. I looked up, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Yes, everything's fine," I replied, the warmth of the poem still lingering in my heart. "I just found something unexpected in this book—a beautiful poem about white tulips." In every petal, a story is told. Of love's embrace, both young and old. So let us cherish these bright flowers. Their beauty is pure; it is a guiding light. In their bloom, we find a sign, Even in darkness, hope will shine.