Poems Of Deep Love Novels & Stories

If someone says, Love is the most beautiful feeling in the world, trust that person, not because there's something pleasant that might have happened but because it really is. Just think of that fresh and bright petal of rose, red and glossy, which catches your eye and despite having the habit of plucking flowers, you just let that piece be, just in that colossal way. You bear this sensation of cherishing that beauty, that tenderness it has spread into your vision. Such is love.

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.

“Why do you think he’s doing this?” “He did a lot of things before you even noticed, Brett.” She said. “He... He wants me. And he says he loves me.” My heart stopped beating for a second. At least, that’s what I felt like. I couldn’t digest what she just said. Does Parker love Chloe? How in the hell is that possible? “And you?” “Huh?” “Do you love him too?” I asked, praying hard for her answer to be a no. “No.” She immediately said. Relief washed over me for some unknown reason. “I’m his obsession, Brett. There is no real love. In real love, people do not hurt each other.”

Let me become the night so I can explore your fantasy world. I will create smiles in every morning of your day. Through the dew that always bathes the roses, I am here to bring a million feelings for you. Feelings that will immerse both of us in the chalice of eternal love. Forever. ***

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.

Andrew aggrievedly replied, "He deliberately triggered me, saying he loved you and you loved him. So I fought him, and he made me a bet. He said he would transfer you all the movable property in his name before he went to jail if he lost." I frowned. "Nonsense! I don't love him. I love you!" He did not love me either. If he did, I would have felt it. Andrew chuckled and kissed me. I asked again. "What if you lose?" "I won't lose." I then remembered that he had spent the last two years practicing martial arts every day. I pulled up another text from my phone. "What about this one?" Andrew laughed slyly again. "I agreed to his bet. I said I would transfer all my assets to you if I win."

There was nothing but the warmth of their eyes, the beating of their hearts, and the whispers filling the room: "I want to stay with you… forever… every day… every hour…" Adel smiled, but his eyes spoke with a heat greater than any words could convey. They remained on the couch, side by side in the corner of the room, exchanging words and whispers, immersed in a love that consumed everything. The night passed in a blink, igniting a shared desire and an insatiable longing. Every moment felt like a rebirth of life itself, a flame that never extinguished but grew stronger with every breath, every glance, every whisper—a poetic, radiant love, perhaps eternal.

Far beneath that moment… something continued observing the fragile pattern of effort and distance… recording how connection isn’t defined by perfection… but by whether it holds after it begins to slip.

The light breathed love. The love was the movement. And it flowed. The rhythm. The spaciousness. The completeness. The all. Always. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the movement. And it flowed. In every fleeting moment. In every quiet pause. In every open chest. The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. And that was the essence. The one that endured.

Her love remained under the shadows. ~~~If your love was an ocean, my love was the pearl inside the shell. If your love was the sky, my love was the shade of seven colors of the sky that none could see. If your love was the calm earth, my love was the volcano hiding beneath the soil. If your love was the moon, my love was the grandma of the moon whom none could see till now. If your love was the vast mountain, my love was the wet soil buried inside it~~~ My eyes closed shut as darkness embraced me into its arms.