Muse Of Love Poetry Novels & Stories

Love is the beauty of the soul. *******

He needed to throw everything that's holding him back. Justine sighed as he fished out something in his pocket. He felt his heart clench when he took it out and stared at it for a long while. The sun-moon necklace Rayhad given him. "I hope this reminds you of my love for you, Justine. From the moment the sun shines in the morning and the moon lights up the night sky, remember that I love you." Justine clenched the object in his fist as he closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that this is for the best.

I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished. It's so unhappy that we ended up like this but at the same time, I had no regret to let myself die here with her, with the sword which connected our bodies. I will never regret this moment even in heaven. This is between Love and Death, and I chose to disappear here with someone I used to loved and I used to hate. But in the end, I still fill the same way. I still felt my love for her that was only covered with anger and grief. But the most important thing was that the truth brought into this world. I held Ylisha's head and g

The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros

Love is above all. To continue………..

I thought he would be the man who would marry me despite my condition. I decided to break things up with Rex. As for my nurse… “Miss… I didn't mean to hurt you…” She said while crying. “What?! Are you kidding me?” I shouted furiously. “Is it… is it immoral to love? Am I that sinful just because I gave that man the things you couldn't give him? In a year of being your nurse, I understand what he's been through.” I guided my wheelchair towards her direction, I tried to stand in front of her with all my will. I grasped a post shakingly to stand and to say this to her face:

Suddenly, i noticed someone entering inside. Maggie came in with my favourite pink Camellia bouquet in her hand. "Helloo....sweetheart!!!!" I took those flowers from her hand and smelled it quickly "Wow sisy....oops...sorry..i didn't...." "You...." While i was explaining, she grabbed my ear and light slapped in my cheek. "Ouch!!!!! Maggie it hurts..." i cried in pain. "Fine, i will forgive you for one last time...." she left her grip from my ear.

As soon as we settled on our tables we were provided with champagne which we enjoyed along with our meals and soon began our dance on the special request of Andrew which were some world-famous masterpiece songs which made me felt like it's all just a dream but luckily that wasn't just a dream because I really never imagined of any such day in my life , that was a perfect night which every girl dreams for which is to dance with his love below the shadow of moon, I enjoyed each and every moment of that night and wished that the night should stop here to never resume again so that I could stay in arms of Andrew forever like these As while dancing I kept my head on his shoulders with my eyes clo

Let us think of it as fever dream coming alive in the doorway, or as rain on the doorstep. But there’s neither a hole nor more holes to see now, like some days wanting, wanting God’s love to caress the words we can’t afford to say. A shape, a modern shape speaking to me in the face. Sometimes I’d like to say it’s this shape that speaks the language of love, the strange interlude in a movie that keeps repeating, repeating in the shore that shifts the character of our inner flowering shapes.

He loved me. Lekin bahut fark that uski or meri Mohabbat Mein, Usne Ishq Kiya Tha or Mujhe Ishq Hua Tha. (But there was a big difference between him or my love, he had loved and I was in love.) And even after all this, a person can still be alive based on just one word "Hope". Hope is a word that teaches a dying human to live. But when all the hopes of a person are over, he dies while still alive.