Poesía Romántica Corta Novels & Stories

There is a faint scent of animals somewhere far across the fields. He looked down. A skirt brushed against his calves. Her hands rested loosely in front of her apron, fingers twisting together with the restless motion of someone trying very hard not to appear afraid. He understood now. This was another memory. Another piece of the story she had lived through. The sky above the fields was beginning to dim with the slow orange glow of evening. Long shadows stretched across the yard, turning familiar shapes into something uneasy and distorted. The quiet should have felt peaceful. Instead, it felt wrong.

You are special, very special to me. My joyful girl, you inspire me to write. How I love the way you laugh, speak and hug, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the unknown future. Let me compare you to a cat? You are more playful, passionate, and at the same time calm. Big frost nips the robins of December, And wintertime has the gorgeous wine palm. How do I love you? Let me count the ways. I love your skillful hands, warm worlds, and safe arms.

(don't) I wanted to apologise for the short chapters lately, just been so so busy But I promise you all that would soon change ,I'll probably post like 2-3times a day So just bear with me for a while okay? And if you liked those poetries I posted and searched for days and night (I just googled it but what the heck) Here are is one I found you'll really love Fragment of a Ballad by Elizabeth Siddal Many a mile over land and sea Unsummoned my love returned to me; I remember not the words he said

"If life is a hundred years, we have already walked through one-third of it. The remaining two-thirds, I hope you can give me a chance to accompany you and continue with you." "Hannah, I don't know how I fell in love with you, nor when or where. My love is straightforward, neither complicated nor proud. I love you because I don't know what other choice I have besides loving you. Will you marry me?" This is "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" by Pablo Neruda. Kendall copied this passage when she confessed her feelings. Now he knelt on one knee in front of her, reading it out loud, as if time and space had intertwined, taking them back to that winter fifteen years ago.

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

Let the chaos of the night sweeten sin with a patchouli-embracing smell no dandier than a whispering ruba’i. Nobody has got this matter straight— Life... oh it’s the magical mystery kind! In the desert I could die loving the sand, the voice that touches the voiceless in every particle of dust, composed and collected, like the Eternal Painter. Where we come from and where we got to The Master of Fate wraps myths with the moon's squeaky hush, and sound to sound the rains of Iran shower