Love Poetry Novels & Stories

She asked out of nowhere. "Hmm no. Mas naniniwala akong First love never dies." "Right? First Love. For me, First Love is like a rain." "Hm? Bakit naman?" "Because like the rain, It may disappear but will surely return. Sometimes it may feel cold but sometimes, you can feel a joy creeping inside as you feel it's presence." "Para sakin, First Love is like the air." "Why?"

Hindi agad sumagot si Lucas. Ngunit makalipas ang ilang minuto, pumasok muli ang message. You speak like a poet. Tell me, what does love smell like to you? Napahinto siya. “Love smells like warmth after rain, a scent you’ll never forget even if time tries to wash it away.” “Your perfume and your words, reminds me of someone.”

Sa akin. Huminto ang oras. Ang aking paghihingal at lakas ng tibok ng puso ang namumuo. He's here... he's finally here. The man who became my strength. The man who proved to me that love may be dangerous but it is still gentle and kind. That love is where you felt the home and comfortability; the essence of belongingness. He was the man who proved to me that love can be in a form of poetry; may it be in verse or in prose.

Tirik na kasi ang araw. Nag-uusap kasi kami tungkol sa darating na pista ng baranggay at napunta kami sa usapang disco. Tuwing pista kasi, uso pa rin ang disco dito sa probinsya. Kadalasan sa mga pumupunta sa disco mga kabataang nais aliwin ang sarili. “Ibig po sabihin na love at first sight po kayo kay lola?” “Hindi naman siguro. Sadayang mahilig lang talaga ako sa mga dalaga,” sagot ni lolo na kinatawa ko.

LUCY PEARL POINT OF VIEW. "True love is a profound connection that transcends time and space, where two souls come together in perfect harmony. It is selfless, unconditional, and unwavering, capable of weathering any storm. In its purest form, true love brings joy, comfort, and a deep sense of belonging that enriches every aspect of life."

Red is the color of love. Heart is the symbol of it. But how people describe and define it—sometimes,confuses me. "It's a pleasure that you make time to dine with us again Ansel"my father look at the man beside my mom and infront of me.Bahagya ko siyang nilingon at nakita kaagad ang tingin niya.

Nag aagaw na ang dilim at liwanag dahil mag sisix thirty na ng gabi. From her room she can see the perfect view of the sunset. Natapos nanaman ang isang araw at tuluyan ng nilamon ng dilim ang liwanag. Sinong makakapagsabi kung bukas ba ay araw pa din ang muling sisikat? O isang napakalakas na ulan ang bubuhos? Indeed everything is uncertain.

"And then later on, I realized that it wasn't just a simple attraction anymore. There's still lust, but my feelings for you got greater." I sighed. I was hurting. "Di ba, inorasyunan kita?" Umirap siya. "You still believe in that?" Mukha ng iritado. "Bago mo pa orasyunan si Marko, gusto na kita!" "Pero minahal mo ako nang matapos ko iyong orasyon," giit ko naman. He groaned. Iritado. "I love you. I still love you. I don't want to talk about your failed spell."