Poems About Love For Her Novels & Stories

“Ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit nabuksan ang puso ko, binigyan mo ng liwanag ang mundo ko… hinding-hindi kita papakawalan pa, sa akin ka lang habang buhay…” Naiiyak na tumango siya at puno nang pagmamahal na tumango. “Sa’yo lang ako, Xerxes. Hinding-hindi kita iiwan kahit na anuman ang mangyari. Kahit maging demonyo ka pa ulit ay hindi ako aalis sa tabi mo… handa akong magbigay ng liwanag sa tuwing dumidilim ang mundo mo… I love you, hubby ko!”

Tanong ko sakanya habang umiiyak "May bago na ba?" Tanong ko muli sa kanya. Hindi siya sumagot agad, I think yes. Hindi na ako. Pero bakit siya pupunta here? Because of awa? Because of closure? "Closure na lang ba 'to?" Tanong ko sakanya. Pinunasan niya muli ang luha ko. "No Love, it's still you. Always you." Sabi niya at yinakap ako.

I want to cuddle with her again so I can sleep tightly. Those were the imaginations—the imaginations that I will not have to imagine because I can already have her. I can kiss her. I can make love with her. I can hug her. And I am ecstatic about reaching my hidden dream. It’s always her. I am always hers. Hindi dapat siya ang humingi ng tawad kung hindi ako. She deserve my kisses. She deserve my hugs. She deserve my love. She deserve more than everything. I will give her everything that I have and I can.

At least, she was the first one whom he had proposed to with both knees down. She wants to marry him not just because she wants assurance or for him to take the full responsibility to their kids, but because she loves him. It's not a one-sided, a love to be returned, or even a temporary love. It's an everlasting and eternal love, the love that even death can't make it fade away. No hurricane, or a strong typhoon, or even an earthquake, can't break her love for him. And I promise to make it last. "Ang daya mo, Uncle Eli!" Napakurap-kurap si Hera nang marinig ang nang-aakusang tinig ng anak niyang si Hermina. She looked at her kids who are currently pouting while glaring at Elias.

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?"

Kahit masakit ay gusto ko pa ring marinig. {TILL DEATH DO US PART, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, FOREVERMORE and NOTHINGS GONNA STOP US because WE BELONG, TOGETHER and I BELIEVE that we are PERFECT TWO. I know SOMETIMES that I am so rugged at you but I think this feelings I felt? I must say, IT MUST HAVE BEEN LOVE. I'm here SOMEWHERE DOWN THE ROAD and sitting here in the PASSENGER SEATS. I'm THINKING OF YOU every minute and I have 10,000 PROMISES that I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU and promised to my self that I'LL NEVER BREAK YOUR HEART. BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME, It feels like THOUSANDS MILES AWAY of happiness I felt. I promise TO LOVE YOU MORE each day and I wanted to experience that feeling how to GROW OLD W

Determined to keep holding on to him from this day forward and confessed her vows. "You were like a fire that's beyond me to put out. And I was like a moth burning myself, I...God, I don't know what to say anymore. You always make me speechless. But there's one thing that I'll keep saying, I love you, Ramses Andromida. I love you, until you'll be tired hearing these words."

hahayst! Ayaw maalala ni Trsiha ang pangit na naing buhay. Tuningin ito sa amo na titig na tiitg pa rin sa kanya. "Oi friend na tayo baka nakakalimutan mo sir" Bulong ni Trisha. “Did you write that poem thinking of me Trish?” Jeon could not help but ask her. Her poems are so good and it hit him like she is telling his stories. The message is full of love and longing. Her poem reaches his inner soul as if this woman knew him for a long time.

she whispered, her voice filled with a joy that was both fragile and profound, "Thank you. You made me feel… alive again." And in that moment, as I held her close, I knew that our love, our family, was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a beacon of hope in a world that often seemed too dark. "I love you, My Soirye," I whispered, my voice filled with a love that knew no bounds. "And I will always be here for you. Always."

“It is a visual poem of longing, love, and luminous hope. At its center, a young woman cradles a radiant heart-shaped light in her hands, an emblem of vulnerability and devotion. Her flowing dress and flower-adorned hair echo the softness of her spirit, while the sparkles and swirling petals around her create a dreamscape where emotion becomes light.” “Behind her, the faint silhouette of a young man facing away adds a layer of quiet ache, as if love is present yet distant, remembered yet unreachable. The glowing heart she holds becomes a beacon, not just of affection, but of resilience, of the courage to love even when the connection feels fragile.”