Poetry About Real Love Novels & Stories

You were always the most sincere, true, romantic at the best of times. You were always perfect and wrong enough to complete me. And you know that I fell in love with your way, and you know that I am still in love with you, even with all my flaws, I only love you well. Love is like being contaminated with the clearest water from the most distant source: it is beautiful and fresh, it is full of life, it can also drown and sometimes that is what you are looking for. Love is perhaps the main fuel that drives everyone's legs. Waking up in this unequal and dangerous world is not so easy. You need to feel love in things and people. He is the source and reason for everything worthwhile. This is why

even meant anymore. Real wasn’t the contract we signed. It wasn’t the ring, or the title, or the way our names looked together in headlines. Real was how his voice sounded when he apologized. Real was how he didn’t try to defend himself tonight. Maybe people don’t fall in love once. Maybe they fall, and break, and meet again in the wreckage, learning how to build something gentler. I touched the spot on my forehead where he’d kissed me. The warmth still lingered, faint but steady.

"In the soft pulse of life that follows, Love, sublime essence, reveals itself. A feeling that the heart welcomes, And in the union of souls, it reveals itself. It's in the symphony of days lived, That love intertwines in every step. It's the warmth that warms wounded hearts, And wraps us in its sweet embrace. From love is born the strength that leads us, In moments of pain and joy. He transcends matter, light shines, And guides us in the search for harmony.

separated her from the lover. "I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

“Oh my lover, my whole world, For you, I fight to come right home I am nothing without your touch, your smile. This war is long, and I can’t say When my weary feet will tread back along the welcome path To my one and only soul, To my angel and my home.

"True Love" ¶You can't really say you "love" Someone if you only love them when you want to. Love isn't Something you can schedule. Love doesn't wait until you're on break, you can't love someone only when it's convenient for you. Real unconditional love is going through the good & bad.¶ * * * * * * * * ¶AiyLa PoV¶ His kiss...oh how much I have been craving for his kiss. How much I have been wanting to feel his sweet and soft lips on mine..finally I'm breathing again..finally I got what I had been craving.his. kiss.

It wasn't right. “He did love me. He still does. He has to.” She said quickly, the last bit to herself. “He just doesn’t realize it. He was too blind. Too mundane by then, corrupted by thoughts of your mother here, in the human world. He thinks love has to be soft and sweet. That it looked like lullabies and holding hands. What rubbish. But love – real love – is fire. It’s devotion. It’s standing beside someone when no one else will.”

“No speeches. No contracts. Just this. Will you marry me not because the world expects it—but because we’ve built something worth carrying forward?” Tears blurred her vision. “Yes.” He slipped the ring on her finger. She kissed him like a promise. And outside, the city of Lisbon sang. Because love, when real enough, outlives legacy. Because sometimes, the truest crown is the one we never wear. Because even after all the lies, betrayals, and battles... They chose each other. And that made everything worth it.

“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space...Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make...It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal ... ....

Edmond was unfettered in his direction and gave no room for Ace to argue with him. ****** Her legs shivered hearing the word 'daddy' from the child which felt like a curse and she collapsed to the floor. Love calls for vulnerability, openness and truth. Not fear, shutters and feigned indifference. Real love has no lies, no masks, no secrets. It’s just you and that person, bare, from flesh to soul. With real love, it’s no longer bodies that you share, but souls. Because the eyes have seen past all the fleshly flaws, and directly to the soul, it’s no longer about tangibility, but which is intangible. It's the feeling that emerges from inside you that tells you: This is love.