Love Poetry For My Love Novels & Stories

Ever since I saw him at the store, I can't take my mind off him, he's been on my mind every moment. "Love is light, the prince of colors. It is blinding, suffusing all you see. You may want to concentrate on other things but it comes with its charm to charm you with its varied play." "Mr. Romantic, the poet. I have told you what I thinking of, take it or leave it."

Love; the word felt as though it was too easily thrown from mouth to mouth, but his mind couldn't help but wander to the antiquated words of Edmund Spenser. "My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great-Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But stronger grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told; That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice. And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device?"

I love you for all you have been doing for me, you are indeed my dream come true. My love for you is a permanent thing. I will continue to love you with my last breath. I count myself lucky for having a unique being like you as my lover. When I look at myself in the mirror, I always see your picture reflecting through me. My image is not complete without you because we have been joined together and now we are inseparable. You have charmed me with your love, you have infected the whole of me with your love and I want to let you know that I will love you forever.

"To every lovely lady bright, I wish a gallant faithful knight; To every faithful lover, too, I wish a trusting lady true. A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou. A mighty pain to love it is, And this a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain, Is to love, but love in vain. May we have those in our arms, whom we love in our hearts. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;

At the same time, he yelled, "Believe me when I tell you I love you, Maddie! I swear I'll treat you well from now on—I won't repeat the mistakes I made in the past! Please trust me!" Madeline finally deigned to look at him. She said indifferently, "Mr. Chance, my husband once said that promises are cheap. That's why he won't bother making any of them. "He'll only use his actions to prove himself and give his everything to treat me well. That's enough to show his love for me. How can you claim to love me when you haven't done anything to show it?" Isaac gnashed his teeth, his eyes glinting with indignation. He retorted, "What has Elijah done to prove that he loves you, then?"

--- Not promise. --- Just willingness. --- And for now… --- That was enough.

"Beware. They are anticipated to pass by your lane, Begonia" "My beloved daisy, you flew like a dove Through a glass who is filled with love." "It is my behoove for my flowers be forever. Adversities on the path, as I'm endeavoring." "My love is everlasting. I may prove for thee to see, yet my sentiment says emotion. I am suffused with undying endearment." "Dearest, I want for thee to see,

Their love, illuminated by the moon's soft glow, was a testament to the power of enduring devotion. As the world outside slept, the couple shared the most profound of moments—the knowledge that love, when pure and enduring, had the power to transform lives and leave a legacy that could last for generations. Their love story, like the garden they had danced in, was an eternal reminder of the beauty of love, the power of connection, and the celebration of life's most precious moments.

I did next thing I planned, I read out a short poem that kept making her smile. "I have a poem too... but it's majorly like an envision or envisage. How I imagine our relationship to be like, after marrriage. The title is 'Confessions to the man I Love." I smiled, she really do wrote a poem for me. "It's lengthy, just listen attentively." she added clearing her throat. "Confessions to the man I love." "I love the way you stare at me especially when you think I'm not looking." "I love the way you hold me in your arms at night."

The pieces cut his hand open and blood began to flow, without flinching Adrian, moved closer to the mirror and touched his imagination. “I love you, I have always loved you, I literally went crazy for you, wasn’t that enough but it’s okay, I forgive you” he said as grief, jealousy and anger continued to boil up inside of him. “I am going to get you back no matter what” he said comforting himself.