Poems That Touch The Heart Novels & Stories

"In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes." Their release came simultaneously—a shared euphoria reminiscent of their once-merged consciousness but purely physical now, purely human. As they lay afterward, limbs entwined and hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm, Sonia traced absent patterns on his chest. "I never thought this existed," she admitted softly, touching her chest where her once wounded heart now beat with certainty. "Growing up watching my parents fight, then make up, then fight again—love seemed like a battlefield, not a sanctuary." "It can be both," Alex observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the battles are worthwhile when you're fighting

"What do you think you're doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?" Ezekiel was holding her tight that she couldn't get out of his grip. He was so strong. His breaths fell all over her neck making her frown as she started to feel a tickling sensation there. "Ezekiel... stop" she breathed out but that only made him squeeze her waist. He started to leave kisses on her neck, sucking and licking. The sensation made her shiver and she knew she had to stop this now. What was happening right now was the lust they felt for each other, something they couldn't control but she knew, if she didn't stop it now, everything would become meaningless. She couldn't let him have access to her body, even if t

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

She grabbed a book of poetry after going back to the kitchen to bring out the breakfast. She liked Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson, and she felt that the poems they wrote portrayed a special sense of beauty and vividness. "Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all," "And sweetest in the gale is heard, And sore must be the storm, that could abash the little bird, that kept so many warm."

A light too blinding, a fire too high, Yet I kneel, yet I pray, yet I burn alive. Flesh and bone, yet something more, A voice that binds, a touch ignored. Untouchable fate, unshaken throne, And yet I long to call you my own. I exhaled through my nose again, rubbing my temple. Of course, it's wonderful. I'd never read poetry so well written. Of fucking course. I refolded the paper and tucked it back where I found it. I wasn't mad. I wasn't even surprised. Just... I don't know.

‎ ‎They tell stories. ‎ ‎Not of grand battles. ‎ ‎Of ordinary love. ‎ ‎Of choices made in small moments. ‎ ‎Of love that lasted through time. ‎ ‎Of light that lived in daily doing. ‎ ‎They sing. ‎ ‎Soft at first. ‎ ‎Then strong. ‎ ‎The garden sings with them. ‎ ‎The oak rustles. ‎ ‎The flowers bloom brighter. ‎ ‎The light lives. ‎ ‎In the quiet. ‎ ‎In the ordinary. ‎ ‎In the love.

To, Mumma "You gave this heart a chance To beat instead of yours. That's why each shell Of my heart echoes your name, And will always echo Till my last breath." From, Your ANSH --- **ANSH'S POV:** "Leave a little sparkle wherever you go." This quote fits perfectly with my CHANDNI. You can never change the past nor control the future, but you can change the mood of the day by touching someone's heart with your smile, and this happened to me. She touched my heart and soul with her soft, charming smile.

Because your name was in every meaning, of every word that could ever define love. If the 60th Saint was a book, I am sure every page of his life would have the name of the 60th Messiah. Just like mine had. I felt the emotions from all the poems and sonnets the Saints had written for the Messiahs flow into my chest. Warm, dreamy, soft yet scary emotions. Why was it that whenever the world turned silent around us, my mind became the noisiest and my heart the loudest? The simplest, normal, natural phenomenon turned special — beautiful — when they happened around her.

Eager to shelter her full to make her day The sole reason why I shadow her trail Touching her plump lips awakens my spirit Her beautiful voice brings essence to my ear Caressing her smooth skin under the moonlit Change the darkness of my night to disappear Needs of her presence are greater than seas The carnal of my longing far superior than eternity Abysmal feelings began, only craving to be ceased How could I conceal my feelings larger as infinity? " Once I was done reading the poem, I looked at Khloe, my eyes were already glistening with tears. The poem contained profound feelings in it. Each line pricked my heart as if the author was dying inside for seeing a person she cares about in so