Poems About Long Distance Love For Her 소설 & 이야기

It won't be for forever, but right now, it doesn't feel that way. So I'll spend every last second I can in his embrace, listening to his heartbeat, his breathing, soaking in his warmth. And hope that it'll be enough to get me through the coming months when I can't be this close to him. Until the time is right, I'll have to love him from a distance. And I'll wait for that time, even if it takes a lifetime. End of Book Two

separated her from the lover. "I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. 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 look at her again and again, my pen moving almost unconsciously, a smile playing on my lips as I fill the paper with my love for her. The moment I give her the poem to read, I see a look in her eyes that makes my heart soar. She loves it. She cherishes every word. She looks at me with the same expression of love and longing that I feel inside my own heart. I can tell she wants more, and that look alone is worth more than anything. It's the perfect time to make love. The moment feels so right. We've been through so much together, facing trials and joys hand in hand, and making love now will only ignite our passion more intensely.

But the seat opposite remained empty, a stark reminder of her absence. This trip to Miami, meant to be a voyage of healing, was fast becoming a descent into a desolate landscape of longing. Every mile was a testament to the distance between us, every passing moment a reminder of the void she had left behind. I was leaving, but a part of me, the most vital part, was staying behind, tethered to her, bound by a love that refused to be silenced.

I wants to shout at her, I wants to show her how much in pain I was at this time. But I hold my every emotions and wouldn’t make myself to show my vulnerable state to her. I ran my fingers in my hair locks Frustratedly to think wisely. But nothing was coming in my mind what to do. How to deal with this unbearable pain. To be continued........... A/P "When two hearts are meant for each other, no distance is too far, no time too long and no other love can break them apart." ~A/N

I couldn't help but hide the sullenness in my voice while still looking into his eyes. A tear fell from his eye which I immediately wiped away. "I'm not lost," he began. "I didn't go far," he said next. “But… I have to distance myself because I love you.” "What do you mean?" "I can't say yet. But I want you to know that I love you so much, wife. I feel like I'm going crazy while looking at you from afar. I can see you but I can't touch you. Every night, I want to wipe the tears from your eyes while looking at the moon near the window. I'm sorry for making you sad. Damn! I'm so sorry, baby.”

They say distance is a test of how far love can go but what if there is no love in the first place… “I will book two tickets. We both can go today.” He said, and I stepped back. “Three!” Ayesha said, holding my hand. “Two!” He said and walked outside. They say the worst thing about distance is we don’t know whether they miss you or forget you but what if they don’t even give a sign that they feel your presence even after looking at you everyday… I walked inside Ayesha’s room and whispered ‘Good night’ placing a small peck on her forehead and walked outside.

Despite our differences, despite some moments where we saw each other thinking differently, we always found a way to be okay, and she has been a pillar for me. Because of her I have been able to face many things of fate and today I realize that you value that person more when you are not close to them, so you miss them more. I was once far away from her, now she sees more distance between us again and how she tells me she feels the gap. It's like a snake leaving its venom on the skin, the wound hurts and deepens like the pain I feel when I feel and touch the distance from it, although I try to resist and not see myself completely thrown into perdition. It's hard. Who said it would be easy?

Taking a deep breath, I begin to recite the verses, my voice carrying the weight of emotion and love: "In a world adorned with petals of grace, Where love blooms in the secret space, I find a fragrance, pure and divine, In your essence, my beloved, you shine. Like Tuberose in the moonlit hour, Your love embraces me with gentle power. Through each stanza, your heart reveals, A love that time nor distance conceals. In your eyes, I see the stars align, Guiding me towards love so fine. Your touch, a symphony upon my skin, Igniting flames that burn from within. With every word, you paint a scene, Of love's passion, forever serene. In the garden of our souls, we entwine,

He was looking at her with that careful expression, the one he got when he was about to ask something he’d been sitting with for a while. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I just—” he stopped. Searched for it. “Sometimes this visit you’ve seemed far away. Not always. Not even most of the time. But sometimes I’d be talking and I’d look at you and you were—” he gestured vaguely, “—somewhere else.” The candlelight moved between them. She held his gaze. “Long distance does strange things,” she said carefully. “It takes time to be properly present again. To not be waiting for the call to end or the visit to finish.”