Novel & Cerita Poems About Love For Your Crush

My fingers itch for your flawless skin to pleasure in warmth-loving, and to taste the furnace of your charm. I long to hold you, my love. I am so drunk in your love, My soul is unsteady, staggering in search of your balance. I want you all for myself, I am not ready to share you with anyone else, not the air you breathe or with any man. I'm jealous of even the blood that flows through your heart daily, I'm jealous of your beauty being gazed upon by men I long to love, hug, and kiss you every day, my love.

As soon as I walked into the building, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist, making me stumble a bit. I looked up and met a pair of domineering eyes. “Felix…” I was momentarily lost for words. “What are you doing here?” Felix Smith was my crush and also my roommate in the boys’ dormitory. Yesterday, I had messaged him, asking if he wanted to come and take graduation photos together, but he had not replied. Felix came from a prominent family and was exceptionally accomplished himself. When we were still naive freshmen, he had already started his own business.

I teased. She came closer, holding her hand to my mouth. "Shh, someone might hear you," she exclaimed, her eyes widening in alarm. "Is it not a bad thing to have a crush on someone?" I teased, playfully nudging her. "Lyra, it's not a crush. I love Zach so much that I can't explain it," she confessed, her voice filled with sincerity. "He makes me feel so many things I can't just explain. When I see him, he seems to light up my world even without trying," she said dreamily, lost in her thoughts of him.

The card had very much beautiful lines "My life, my princess, my love. I can't tell you how much special you are for me. I won't be able to express my love for you in whole life. Your love is like a flowing river for me. It will never end. Its increasing and getting stronger day by day."

he is the first friend, first crush and first love he will be the last one in my life I know though I act as I can stay without him but the truth is I can't live without him the more I'm trying to kill my feelings the more they are increasing on him he is none other than my bestie parv he never knows what I feels about him he never knows what he meant to me for him viranica is important for me they both are important one is love of my life the other one is my one and only sweetheart I can't loose anyone of them so I decided to sacrifice my love I know viranica also so close to parv at least I wish wholeheartedly their love to bloom on one day . . when I'm with you eternity is a step away my

I just wanted to be his bad girl. To me, his love is warmth, comfort, and peace. He was all I wanted. I only wished we weren’t in hiding. I would have painted the world red with his fire and cooled it down with my ice. I grabbed my note pad which was always with me and wrote another poem while he observed curiously. I’m your ice and you, my fire You light me up Give my heart the heat it desires Your love is red hot But don’t worry Blue and white are my favorite colors

The garden stood still, the trees unmoving, the air filled with nothing but warmth and quiet belonging. My Luna. My darkest obsession. My moon. And in that quiet moment, with her lips pressed against mine and her breath mingling with my own, words rose within me— I rested my forehead against hers and spoke softly, my voice barely louder than the wind. “If love were fire, You would be the flame that never fades. If love were night, You would be the moon that guards my sky. If love were war, I would bleed gladly beneath your name. And if love were death—

He answered her question with a question of his own. Aria's eyebrows straightened. "No. Why would I hide anything from you? And if you want to ask me something, ask clearly, Aleksandr." Aleksandr raised his chin and blew out a breath. "They say it true, Love is like a slow poison. It eats you slowly, sweetly and you let it. Love is like a poison." "Alexander, are you trying to say something?" Aria asked as she found his words dubious. "Poetry. I was trying my hand at poetry. I heard somewhere that love turned men into poets. I saw it today, it truly does."

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."

“Sometimes I really wonder what is the difference between crush and love… while I think I know it… maybe our crush is just made to soothe our eyes and our love to soothe our heart..., Did I get it right?” [*****] Soon after Reena left, Ojaswi turned towards Shishir and said proudly, “you see I didn’t get rejected. You got the wrong prediction..” Shishir rolled his eyes, and said, “that overconfidence is not nice. Your picture is probably not going to get selected I know.”