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.

Love Love ~.............................~

Because of his sick words. He leaned closer. Brushing the tip of his nose against hers, he breathed her subsiding breaths which were tickling the skin of his philtrum and lips. “The destination where I’ll show you my love,” he closed his eyes as his palm received the light weight of her face. He smiled unwell, mumbling, “where there’s no limit of insanity, tesorino.” (Little treasure)

“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. ***

he cried. I felt Lorenzo's shoulders shake as I stood there immobile. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to stop my heart from sinking back in the mud. Two years ago, I was dreaming of this. Lorenzo, crying in my shoulders, apologizing and regretting all the d*mn things he did to me. Two freaking years ago, I imagined him crying his eyes out while confessing to me how much he loved me. It seemed to be just wishful thinking, but now that it was happening, those dreams had already vanished and I was no longer asking for it anymore.

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."