Poems Of Inspiration And Love Novels & Stories

" I rashly take a looked at the letters one by one, and my heart and my hands were shivering, twitching like I'm being paranoid or crazy or whatever I was at the moment, it was indescribable emotion. But then, I felt water creeps down my cheek to found out that she's been waiting for me for almost how many months. The dates told me about it. " Ylisha," I weakly whispered her name. And I can't wait to see her. I actually hated myself, cursing myself, and I punches my chest many times as my knees fell on the ground, feeling weak and I couldn't get over about the letters. I'm imagining her situations while she's jotting down the letters, what she felt while she's waiting for me to come back hom

“Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.” “Yes, alpha. I will serve you till my last breath. I will use my bravery and spy on your enemies. I will be your ears and eyes in their packs, bringing every little detail about them to your foot. I would be your most powerful and dangerous weapon, a weapon that is hidden in plain sight.” I said. “I like your way with words. You seem like a wise and determined wolf, you please me,” Fenrir said. “ but words are like the wind, they go and come. I will need you to prove your worth to me, and prove your loyalty to me.”

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.

Lisa forced her eyes open, gasping for breath as she struggled to shout angrily, "Wayne, you fool! How could you just sail away when your wife and mother are still in the water?! "Don't you know Elsa is carrying your child?!" The wind howled, tearing her words apart and scattering them across the sea. Wayne only cared about Jessy. He did not have the time or care to worry about me. Lisa was visibly overtaken with fury and grief, but in the end, her strength gave out, and she passed out again.

Then, turning to face her even more, he says, singing in a sultry voice. "If you only believe what you see, you will never find love. One hundred percent guarantees never show the way. The poets agree nothing heals a blind passion, but as soon as you are willing to leap, it saves the day. We've climbed out to the edge of this mountain called loved, and if we jump off together, hold on. Then surprise cause, we rise and light the sky as we fly through the air with no care of the ground below because we know that we know. Sometimes the seeds we sow are like the wildest flowers suddenly blossom and grow in an unexpected place, but only God can bestow love and all its powers, and he has been plan

They surrendered to the wisdom of the universe, knowing that their love, their presence, would forever inspire the blossoming of divine potential within all beings. As the celestial garden shimmered with resplendent beauty, Isabella and Luca embraced the infinite nature of creation. They allowed the cosmic energies to flow through them, becoming vessels for divine inspiration and catalysts for growth and transformation. They reveled in the joy of co-creating, knowing that their love, their legacy, would forever be interwoven within the celestial blooms.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied

The most astonishing thing was that every title tried to minister to me so much more that I was confused. There is a poem titled 'HOPE', there was 'VAGUE AS AIR', 'DEATH AND IT'S PEACE' and other incredible poems all written by Trevor. I read each poem and felt as if he was talking to me directly. His choice of words, sentence construction and presentation of life scenarios embedded in words is just beautiful. Now this guy was not just a devilishly handsome man with a great sense of humor but a writing god. Then I came across the piece I termed my best. I read it over and over again muttering each line. The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus...

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour

' She frowned a bit and read slowly. Beauty, Dollars, Silver and Gold Affection zero, Love in exile. Disappointing it ends, Saddening, frustrating; Often than not Nature surprises. Financial buoyancy You say 'I do'. Life of ease, You say 'I do'. But where is love? Love in exile. Children, Children, Yes, it's time Beauty, Beauty, Yes, she has it. But, what about love? Love at sea. Wedlock like a tide, Has several waves,