Poems Of Inspiration And Love Novels & Stories

For me you are just ordinary, not a romantic figure Not a single poetic figure When I'm by your side I feel comfortable When you go there is a little miss that fairy For me, you are a friend, a friend in times of joy and sorrow Your presence makes me smile, all tiredness and confusion in the chest are gone You are a simple person, face the day with a smile 1000 prayers for you my love, healthy body, healthy also your sustenance Choose you with prayer, string hope with bismillah Wading together, getting to know each other from time to time, both in joy and in sorrow Love poetry will not be able to say, love poetry will flow by itself. SINTIA

Love; the word felt as though it was too easily thrown from mouth to mouth, but his mind couldn't help but wander to the antiquated words of Edmund Spenser. "My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great-Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But stronger grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told; That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice. And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device?"

Nakasakay ng kotse. May dalang sincerity. Marunong ihatid ka pauwi. Maybe love is not the fire that burns your skin alive, Maybe it is the hand that helps your trembling survive. Not every spark was made to leave a scar too much, Some are soft enough to heal with just a single touch. And under moonlit skies where nervous heartbeats clutch, I found forever hiding in an... electric touch. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

I told my new lover about you. How we used to break silence with our stares, targeting each other like guns with hundred bullets. I told my new lover about you. How we argue about table cloths, about which one is better; "A cup of coffee or a tea?" But now I don't drink both. I told my new lover about you. How you inspired me to write poems about the boy I like; not knowing until now that- you were that boy. I told my new lover about you.

We will become soulmates. Let me be your soulmate. I would like to be. “Love is unaffected by time and distance". From, Your Monster Husband Davish, Liam Grey I was looking outside my house and thinking about her. My Possession. As usual, I again wrote a letter to her. I became a poet and started to execute some heart-fluttering words in a line. She is my inspiration and motivation. I just Love her. I love you Sunshine. Her smile makes my heart all fluttery and giddy.

His eyes sparkled with reflections of the aurora, as beautiful as the sky itself. "I love you deeply and devoutly, in a way I have never felt for anyone else. You are the light in my life, driving away the shadows of my past. Since our reunion, there hasn’t been a moment when I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with you... "I wonder if you’d give me this chance to hold your hand and walk through life together?" Before he could finish speaking, Jessica extended her hand toward him. She nodded while crying, saying, "I will."

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."

"Dill... yer naive... I'm ju-just a man that has done nothing in his life to deserve love. A man that is a fuck up. A man that everyone leaves, that nobody really wants, anyway. There is no love for the unlovable who bring misery to others, just as there's no salvation for the damned!" "Tony! Enough's ENOUGH! Y'know what is really fuckin' up this trip for me? All this fuckin POOR ME SHIT! Yer pity party needs to STOP! This is somethin' you have no say in. Yer my friend, and I love you. Get. Over. It. I won't put up with yer self-depreciation for days on end. I can't believe I have to reprimand you almost exactly how you did to me this morning! It don't matter if you don't believe me; just be

--- Not promise. --- Just willingness. --- And for now… --- That was enough.

The clerk didn’t even look up. They wandered, fingers brushing worn spines, silence stretching comfortably. He picked up a slim volume of poetry and passed it to her. “For Women Who Are Birds in Cages Made of Mirrors.” By someone she’d never heard of. She flipped through it, then read one line aloud: “She stitched silence into the hem of her voice, so the world wouldn’t hear her unravel.” Renner watched her, his eyes unreadable. “I like her,” she said softly. “I thought you might.”