Poems That Touch The Heart Novels & Stories

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

**barkha bijlee, baadal, jhooThe jhooThi phoolon ki saugaatein sachchi tu hai, sachcha main hoon sachchi apne dil ki baatein (these rains, lightning, clouds, are all lies, and so are the gifts of flowers. you're true, and I'm true, and true is what's in our hearts.) daskhat haathon se haathon pe karde tu na kar aankhon pe palkon ke parde tu kya ye itna baRaa kaam hai, ailaan hai... (sign your name on my hands with your hands. don't hide your eyes with your eyelids. is it such a big thing, such a big announcement?)**

Immediately he was in the comfort of his fancy car, he sighted a fresh sheet of paper on his dashboard and took it at once. Looking through the front and back pages, Yomi discovered that it was some sort of poem with no name on it, so he decided to read it out of curiosity. It reads thus: How exquisite is this view as I revisit you Words of love begin to write as I sigh in delight The day has only started and my eyes have spilled with tears They have never parted from what lies fulfilled by years God, are you so beautiful and nothing but divine I beg of you to see like me, oh why not redefine

Slowly, I stopped mourning the past and began to embrace my new life. I even found love with Kingston. In our younger years, he would often stop by my house. During the time my parents were abroad, he took care of everything. I couldn't help but feel grateful. Gradually, our friendship blossomed into love. Unlike with Harrison, our love wasn't a raging fire, consuming everything in its path like the sun. Instead, it was like still water—calm, deep, and serene. For the first time in years, I found peace.

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...

All the words are being said with eye to eye only. The moment you colored me, my heart became yours. In the dusty corridor, the fallen leaves of trees are flying silently, Cause The wind is drugged today by our love, only love. Careless half-leaves are filled with mischiefs, only mischiefs. Night has arrived in my heart, the heart understands everything that I want, You have become the heart's most desired, it's doing only your aspiration. All the words are being listened to by the heart only. The moment you touched me with love, my heart became yours.

Lights out and Pain crowds My dear one, escape the shroud How lonely the sight Make me remember the night When angels came and took your side Come, my love, engulf me in a hug Let the shadows cry, ‘cause They can never make you sigh You are here in my heart And hearts don't say bye I hugged myself tightly. My mother sang that poem to me. What would I not give to feel her hugging me again? I never got the heart to repeat this poem to my Ayla. I wished I had. It was closer to me that I felt an ache whenever I heard it.

Forever bound by Tuberose's art, In the Fragrance of Love, we'll never depart. As I finish reciting the poem, my heart is filled with a profound sense of connection and appreciation for the words that have touched my soul. At this moment, I realize the power of Tuberose's poetry to capture the essence of love and evoke emotions that transcend time and space. With the book held close to my heart, I continue to delve into its pages, immersing myself in the fragrant world of love that Tuberose has created.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

"It's difficult to choose just one. But there is a particular book of poetry that holds a special place in my heart. It speaks of the complexities of the human spirit." Catherine's interest deepened, and she approached him, her gaze fixed on the shelf. "Would you mind sharing it with me?" Shawn reached for the book, gently pulling it out from its place. The cover was worn and aged, a testament to the many times it must have been read in the past. “This is 'Whispers of the Soul' by renowned poet Alexander Sinclair," Shawn said, holding the book delicately in his hands. "His words have a way of touching the deepest parts of one's being, unraveling the mysteries of the human experience."