Poetry About Liking Someone Novels & Stories

Vikram's Pov Love is a feeling that can be felt when we really love someone, it is a feeling that not allow us to move forward and stick with the person who makes our world filled with their images. When I read this passage I smiled because it's what happens to me now. I am slowly falling in love with rithu. I don't know how I started to like her but now I can't live without her I don't know how truly I am loving her but I can't move further in my life without her presence.

🎼Our worlds begin to cross path. 🎼 Those absurd moments 🎼When you couldn't speak, 🎼When you feel down. 🎼I lit up the stars in your eyes. 🎼Your smile alone dissolves my heart. 🎼 Turning through the countryside, 🎼Where we first met. 🎼You impacted me so deeply, 🎼 Your piercing eyes alone accelerates my heartbeat. 🎼Your love is driving me insane. 🎼You are the only one made for me.

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.

How unfateful our life is. "That life. Sometimes, we like that person yet they can't like us back. Sometimes, they don't like us back because they like someone too. It's painful but that's reality." I told him as I looked at his eyes full of sadness. I hope I didn't sound affected as I told him that. I can relate to what he said, and people also have the same problem as me, or us. We like the person yet we can be unlucky if they don't feel the same way. Liking or loving someone is like a game. It needed courage and to take the risk it has.

For me you are just ordinary, not a romantic figure Not a single poetic figure When I'm by your side I feel comfortable When you go there is a little miss that fairy For me, you are a friend, a friend in times of joy and sorrow Your presence makes me smile, all tiredness and confusion in the chest are gone You are a simple person, face the day with a smile 1000 prayers for you my love, healthy body, healthy also your sustenance Choose you with prayer, string hope with bismillah Wading together, getting to know each other from time to time, both in joy and in sorrow Love poetry will not be able to say, love poetry will flow by itself. SINTIA

Why am I like this? "God dammit Phoebe, it's like pulling teeth with you! Yes, I like you more then a friend!" He snaps. "You are so infuriating... but I can't help but be enamoured about you! No matter what you do... I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame." He admits. "Well I... I like you too." I admit sheepishly.

And so, with just the slightest twinge of conscience, I hunted for my lonely ecstasy; And even when I wanted a companion, The only one I cared about was me. We make our worlds, like God, in our own image: Mine was a metropolis of stone In which all souls were either fools or cynics, Doomed to take their pleasure on their own. And then I fell in love with you, and somehow Your happiness meant more to me than mine. The desert became green and lush with flowers, And like a sun my heart began to shine." As he finished, his gorgeous woman combined her lips with the warm skin of his forehead. "This is wonderful, Damien. And I must agree, it does sound familiar with your life's journey. Like Mr. Go

I did next thing I planned, I read out a short poem that kept making her smile. "I have a poem too... but it's majorly like an envision or envisage. How I imagine our relationship to be like, after marrriage. The title is 'Confessions to the man I Love." I smiled, she really do wrote a poem for me. "It's lengthy, just listen attentively." she added clearing her throat. "Confessions to the man I love." "I love the way you stare at me especially when you think I'm not looking." "I love the way you hold me in your arms at night."

Any woman would be blessed to have this undivided attention from him in her life. "I don't love you." closing my eyes, I admitted the truth.

'Spring is here; the cherry blossom is the sign. Oh, my love is a beautiful sight. Underneath the sky, with my lover beside. I don't know why I love the pink in the sky. The beauty of nature is not so easy to define. Oh, my love, I love the cherry blossoms in the sky.' Kiera mumbled as she gazed at the delicate pink petals floating through the air. The cherry blossoms seemed to dance in harmony with her words, creating a magical moment that encapsulated their deep connection to nature and each other.