Poems Of Deep Love Novels & Stories

Surrounding it was a ring of tiny diamonds of the same high quality. It was simply stunning. This was something I had made myself. The pink diamond had been a gift from Benjamin—a token of his love—when we'd first gotten together. That day, when he confessed to me, he'd said, "My love for you is like this diamond—flawless, pure, unique, and irreplaceable." I was elated, and I smiled coyly. "You promised it's one of a kind. So, now that you've given it to me, you can't give one to anyone else."

And, most urgently, what could I do to keep the spark of love—Ethan’s love—alive in a life that seemed so predetermined? The clock ticked past dawn, and I realized that the fleeting warmth of the night was already fading into the cold reality of morning. I folded my journal carefully and placed it on the bedside table. I knew that I had to gather my strength for the day ahead. Today, I would face another round of wedding preparations, forced smiles, and hollow promises. But I also vowed that I would not let those moments crush the remnants of hope that Ethan had rekindled in me.

I heard Jonathan's sobs behind me, but I didn't look back. When the welcome speech for the event ended, I was invited to say a few words on stage. As I took my place, the lights converged and fell on me. Half a year ago, I was trapped in a loveless marriage and played the role of a wife whose heart was broken by her husband every night. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't make it through to see the next day. However, I hadn't realized how big the world was until I left Jonathan, the root of all my sorrows.

Maybe I already knew with confirmation in my heart, but I never let myself think any further. "Yes," she tells me. "I love you very much, more than you can imagine. My heart beats for you every time you call me. I'm more excited at seeing your face again than I am about what we are going to do. As a result of that, this," she says, pointing to the both of us on the floor, exposed before each other and not ashamed, "this is only the beginning, is only a fraction of how much I want you because I want you desperately."

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.

The world fades out, there's just the sea and sky, and love's sweet song that never says goodbye. "The ocean's hum, a lullaby so deep, sings tales of ages, promises to keep. "In sync, their steps write verses on the sand, a timeless dance, directed by love's hand. "And as the tide comes in, as it will do, it leaves their footprints fresh, love ever true. "For every wave that sweeps the shore away, their love remains, steadfast, come what may." His voice was mesmerizing. When he recited poetry, it felt as though being drawn into a profound depth. Every word was articulated with exactness, carrying a timeless allure that was utterly captivating.