Poesía De Amor Imposible Novels & Stories

(your love destroyed me, It broke me like that I died Nor I have left any desire to live Nor I wish to die This heart wants your togetherness Despite knowing it is impossible what ever it is asking for it pretends to be oblivious Your togetherness is not heaven Nor I am an angel But if you are with me I will imagine hell as heaven as well But the problem is You do not accept my togetherness And I can not accept anything except you " Shayari said thinking about her position in life (It is written by me, forgive me if I make mistakes in translation or in the poetry itself.) " Why do not you love me like I do Shauhar ji? Why? What crime have I committed? " Shayari screamed but got no answer ***

Robert asked walking closer to them,Royal pulled Angel behind him. "Just......somewhere" Royal muttered and a loud heavy slap landed on his face,Angel gasped. Royal didn't blink or move. "How dare you!!!! Even after my warning and threats?! What the fuck do you take me for?!" Robert yelled. "I wish I can follow your order dad" Royal muttered. "What? You wish?" Robert Glared. "What the hell am I supposed to do when I'm madly in love with her? I've tried enough, trying to hide my feelings but I just can't anymore........"

"I need you to know that. Whatever this is — whatever is happening — I love my husband. That hasn't changed. That is not what this is." "I know," Kayden said. And he said it without bitterness, without the sharp edge of someone hearing something they didn't want to hear. He said it like he had always known it and had made his peace with it years ago. "I know you do." "Then you understand why this is—" "Impossible," he said. "Yeah. I understand that." He was quiet for a second. "That doesn't make it not real, Maya. The impossible part and the real part aren't the same thing. They can both be true."

Love can't be forced, nor trust. Amelia didn't take any time to answer her. " Yes, I still like him. I thought if I leave and did not see him ever again, those feelings of love would fade eventually, and I will get over him. But the farther I am from him, the more I think about him. I know this wrong, I can't love him, but my heart still wants him. I want freely want to express my feeling and affection to him, and want to tell him how much I love and think of him. But...our love is impossible ", Amelia was expressing her love for him and at the same time discouraging herself.

HEY GUYS, I'VE DECIDED TO START POSTING LITTLE POEMS WHICH I WROTE DURING THE COURSE OF WRITING THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. ROMANCE What is romance, yeah yeah yeah Where is romance Isn't it here? Is it a knight in shinning armor Can I ever see it? Can I ever experience it? I want my own romance With my most romantic fantasy Filled with dreams that May not come to pass But I can't stop fantasizing

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…)

Snow stood up and read aloud, "life gets lonely when you're alone. O'er the years and time it fades. Verily, life is a journey not to be journeyed alone. Everlasting passion is yours if ye reach." "Alright class," Patricia called, "what spell is it?" "A love spell." They chorused. Patricia nodded, "and after the acrostic weave we have the ekphrastic weave, this form is more clearer than the rest as you have only to simply state what you want. But then, such lucidity requires an awful lot of connection, in other words it isn't widely used. An example please." Inara stood, "I need a guide." "What spell is that?" Asked Patricia.

Could love alone bridge the distance between who she was and who she was expected to be? She closed her eyes, imagining Liam across the room, his hand reaching for hers, his voice steady and warm. The image brought both comfort and torment. She felt the weight of every unsaid word, every missed call, every fleeting glance that could have meant the world if only it had been spoken. The rain outside intensified, drumming against the window in a cadence that seemed almost accusatory. Amara’s chest tightened as she realized the truth: her love for Liam had not diminished; if anything, it had grown, sprawling into every corner of her being. Yet each expression of that love carried risk, risk she

The echoes of her impassioned words and tender gesture reverberated through the tumultuous night, a poignant testament to the enduring power of love that defied the tumultuous currents of fate. As the reverberations of his impassioned vow hung heavy in the air, a profound sense of defiance and undying devotion permeated the atmosphere. In that pivotal moment, amidst the crucible of celestial tumult, Asmo's unwavering declaration stood as a testament to the unyielding power of love, a force that transcended the very boundaries of existence and defied the inexorable march of fate.