Novel & Cerita Poems About True Love For Her

“You are part of my life, and I love you with all my heart. I love you for everything you’ve done for me. I love how you make me smile and how loved I’ve felt since I met you. Can you imagine how big my love is?” She nods her head at me, and I continue, “Try imagining the highest mountain there is. Now, next to that mountain, imagine one exactly the same. The first one is my love for you. The other one is hatred. You are my rock, my person, the one who is always there for me, the one who gave me everything I needed in life. How could I not love you for all of this? You are my first love, my true love, and I don’t want to live in this world without you.”

That's what I am going to be doing, my love — hoarding you for as long as I live. They said true love is everything. It's undoubtedly true because what I feel for you is astonishing. I can attest to that from the struggles and sacrifices we've made thus far. As the days wear off, my feelings keep growing. You're the only thing I live for. I don't ever want to be in the cozy arms of another except yours. Though we may find ourselves entangled with the difficulties of life, I want to let you know that nothing can ever break us. My feelings will stand the test of time.

I laughed softly. "You're always corny; is there anything new?" She teased me and softly chuckled. "Since the day that I saw you, my world has changed; you seem to be a potion, which at first glance will make me speechless. Your simple smile instantly melts my bad mood, which is so unfair that even your voice can soften my heart. I will compare my love to yours like a globe. It cannot be measured by how wide it is. I promise you that even if one day we have many grandchildren, and even if our hair turns gray, Its beat will never change. You will be the one to recognize it. Even if I lose my sight, I will still be able to recognize you. Because it can only read one name. I love you, Mrs. Mary

"Yes, I really do" "Why?" "Because....true love makes time. It's magical cause spending a second with the one you love can last for a lifetime. True love doesn't hurt,but loving the wrong person does." She concluded. I kept quiet as I digested what she had said. "R.M?" "Yeah"? "What do you think of this song?" "It's a sad song about heartbreak." "No, it's a love song. The girl tells the guy that she will love him for a thousand years no matter what comes between them. Also death is a child's play,compared to being alone for even a second". Jeiel said smiling.

“What do you mean?” I sipped my wine and offered a faint smile. “Nothing. I am too poetic tonight.” He studied me, searching the layers of a face that never revealed pure truth, then gave up as usual and simply clasped my hand. That night, before sleep, I wrote in my secret journal, words I could never say aloud, If truth is a ship, then love is the storm that sinks it. And I am not a sailor who fears storms; I am the sea itself. **

"I even prepared something." Elias looked at the paper. Then at her. "You prepared something." "A love poem. Just — listen. One minute." He said nothing. Which she decided to count as permission. She unfolded the paper. Cleared her throat. "Love is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken." She glanced up at him, then back down. "Love is the fullness of life, like a goblet brimming with wine." She lowered the paper. Met his eyes. "You already drank my love. Can you really say no to me?"

He leaned forward; his hands clasped tightly to her while he suddenly began to recite some lines of a poem. “I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body” Emelda was blushing, smiling, and throwing herself to and fro. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me. I will definitely bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person too and we will have us twice as much love and everything” he kissed her twice and said “Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives awa

She slowly straddled my lap, and I took a deep breath as I felt myself hardening under her. “Your first love would be the strongest. You would feel it in your gut. You would be hurt because of it. Your first smile would be because of it, and I know that it never dies. I am not stupid, I know for fact that her dying would not change how you feel about her.” She said, gently scratching the back of my head. “But I also read somewhere that it said that true never dies, a second love comes stronger, and bigger, cradling the person and his broken pieces. You cradled me on my weakest of states when I feared my own shadow. I know that I am still afraid of a lot more than I can express, but I do have

She was the reason I found love. She was the one who encouraged me to love. Not her, that was easy. I loved her from the first moment I set my eyes on her. She encouraged me to love the world around us, to accept it as it is, to work to make it better. “When you love, truly and deeply, you will strive to become the best version of yourself. And Kal, I see so much in you, so much you keep hidden from other people. I see the light that blinds me, the love that makes me go weak in my knees, but also the love that fills my heart and my soul. You are capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for”, she told me, and I believed her. I believed everything she said. Had she told me skies w

-she spoke in a low murmur. "Just over a week ago, I waited to die. Each day I woke I lived in fear and prayed for help, even death, to save me from my nightmare. Then you both came into my life, and while you didn't ride big white horses, you came charging in anyway and rescued me. And my child," she said with a pointed look down at her swelling abdomen. "But you did more than save me from a madman. You showed me what true happiness, what real love felt like. Real love doesn't mean putting up with someone because you feel you have to or conforming to what society deems right and proper. Love is following my heart. Love is waking with a smile because I embrace the day. Love is being held in