Poems That Touch The Heart Novels & Stories

I still believe That we were meant to happen Even if it weren’t meant to be I think love still can be beautiful Even if you have sift through The pain of a bitter ending To get to sweeter memories I’m glad your path crossed with mine And that once upon a time, We looked at one another Like our eyes held the answer To everything Its going to take me Some time to heal, but I know that what we had was real We changed each other’s hearts And you left an imprint on my soul Despite all that lies between us now I hope that you know That a part of me Will always be Holding you Poems were a way that I expressed my soul and vulnerability. * * *

“I have always wondered if Ken got tricked into buying something else.” “It really contains love poems. Would you like me to read a couple of them?” Mary asked. “Would you?” Anna asked with eyes full of wonder. “It would be my pleasure,” Mary said and turned to the first poem in the book. “A whisper of the heart,” she read the title. “In the darkness of the night, Even as the stars have abandoned us, Even as the moon hides it face, You can still hear it, A faint whisper, A whisper that grows stronger With every beat of my heart.

"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you." He nodded to a chair and I sank into it. Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem. Your beauty is ecstasy Giving me intense pleasure Your beauty is eternity Gazing at itself in every image of you Your beauty is heart enflamed Burning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the less Your beauty is soul enchanted Filming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyes

Tears streaming down her face, she opened the French windows and stepped into the garden, which was bathed in the mauve shadows of twilight. Immediately, the scent from the hedge of China roses close to the house wafted in the warm breeze and, as she walked on in the violet dusk, pinks, sweet peas, and honeysuckle competed for her attention, their fragrance filling the air. A blackbird was singing its heart out somewhere close, the pure notes hanging on the breeze, and far below the house, Audrey could hear the whisper of the sea on the rocks below the cliff. “No way I would give up without a fight! This is my home! Will always be my home!”

"The reasons your eyes sparkle just like a light is being shined, on two emeralds that are beautiful, is that you are the true meaning of love and beauty. I will be longing for that gentle touch, and that your warm embrace. If you are near me, I yearn for the hug, I am longing for that everlasting kiss when you lay next to me. Your personality is unable to be matched. These are the reasons you are perfect, and have been perfect. I will never stop loving you. The easiest thing I have ever done, is listening to your singing heart. A song was heard by my ears, my eyes sang along. The words were muttered by my lips, cuddled in your arms, I heard the whispering of charms." Alexa turned around. He

Damian's meat soup was very appetizing, Sira shamelessly added more portions and made Damain even more happy because he had succeeded in making Sira recognize his meat soup. The poetry accompanied by the rhythm continued to chant, making everyone immediately carried away by the atmosphere. “Together we face time, Stormy waves, and the noise of the world, You are the harbor of my heart, Where my soul always feels at home. Every second beside you, Is a priceless gift, I want to frame each of your smiles, In an eternal memory, in an unraveling mind. Under the secretive night, We carve endless stories, With love as ink, And heart as sacred paper.

,' her eyes had brimmed up, but like always, she didn't let the tear fall Ah! My little heart, my poor soul, let's batter this whole world and soar.. All Hearts !!

I explained in the most carefree way possible. With a tender smile, Rurac began reciting a poem that held a special place in his heart. I couldn't believe that he had in him, The words danced off his tongue, carrying a melody of emotions. I listened, captivated by the compassion and vulnerability in his voice. At that moment, it felt as if time stood still, and it was just the two of us, lost in the beauty of his words.In you, my love, new life takes hold,A miracle, a story yet untold.

I realized, after walking on the empty, deserted road, that walking and crying was not a promising idea. The desolated path was shrouded by a dense canopy of towering trees, their branches interlacing like skeletal fingers reaching towards the heavens. The moon, hidden behind dark clouds, cast intermittent shadows that danced eerily along the uneven pavement. The chorus of chirping crickets filled the night air, their relentless symphony punctuated by the occasional croak of a frog from a nearby pond.

Their hands and legs moved slowly in rhythm, a rhythm of slow love of getting closer. ‘‘Is dard - e - dil ki sifarish Ab kar de koi yahaan Ke mil jaaye ise woh baarish Jo bhiga de poori tarah...’’ (Now someone make a case for this pain of heart.. so that it gets that rain (of love) that drenches it completely…)