Love Poetry Books Novels & Stories

His smile could light up the entire library. He settles into the leather wingback, my favourite chair, the one I curl up in when I want to feel held, and opens his book. I catch a glimpse of the cover. Pablo Neruda. Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. “Why are you reading that?” He looks up at me. “What?” I clear my throat. What the fuck are you doing Vanessa? I adjust the collar of my shirt. “Neruda. Why are you reading it?”

David pages through the book, gently. "Writing's, hymns?" He asked. "No. Poetry. Mostly about love." Said Emily with a smile on her face. "Interesting. Which means that the owner of the bag is.." Emily interrupted. "A great poet. Look at the words. So perfectly arranged. This writer knows how to play with words as well as give us a picture of what they mean." "She moves around with love about, her breasts her eyes, tingling my heart. I'm taken, possessed by her beauty, her voice,her smell, takes me far and wide.." David read.

the almighty voice asked him and continued, "There can be no more than 1 holder of destiny, and that is only you, I created you for the purpose of destiny with the book of all living things. You have the world in your hand in view, for what purpose is the birth of this child?" "Precisely because of the book of the living that I possessed that I created him, a great change will happen in this world, other gods will emerge, chaos will erupt. We need him to shoulder the responsibility of the pain the chaos will bring" the hooded guy explained.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

“I have always wondered if Ken got tricked into buying something else.” “It really contains love poems. Would you like me to read a couple of them?” Mary asked. “Would you?” Anna asked with eyes full of wonder. “It would be my pleasure,” Mary said and turned to the first poem in the book. “A whisper of the heart,” she read the title. “In the darkness of the night, Even as the stars have abandoned us, Even as the moon hides it face, You can still hear it, A faint whisper, A whisper that grows stronger With every beat of my heart.

, she took the card that came with a CD, the card was blank, it didn't say anything or who was the one who sent it to her, With curiosity he opened the CD case, went to the player to hear what it said, she smiled with emotion, but not before putting the roses in a beautiful vase, then put the disc, sat on the couch and immediately began to listen to a song. THE LAST OF ALL YOUR LOVES I, THE MADMAN WHO NEVER FORGOT YOU, TODAY I SEND YOU THESE TWENTY-FIVE FLOWERS RECEIVE THEM, WOMAN, DON'T SAY NO. PUT THEM FRESH WATER IN A VASE, TAKE IT TO THE BUREAU NEXT TO YOUR BED, IF ONE DAY YOUR HEART FEELS COLD REMEMBER WOMAN THAT SOMEONE LOVES YOU. PUT FRESH WATER IN A VASE,

Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

And when the first five words left his lips, I could not explain how I felt because somehow we prepared the same vow. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs and with my childhood faith