Novel & Cerita Poetry About Real Love

As if your own body were its key, Not a thing of metal nor gold, Yet a sensation of love that came, Through fingertips and eyes, Through your steady breaths, Through your sweet words, And the resolution of my survival self, To never let anyone, sit at my core, Surrendered in that fleeting moment, Realising that it now forever was in love, Silencing the whisperings of doubt, Finding the ways forwards in any storm, Finding the resolution to protect come what may, Finding a new inner strength had ignited, Relieved to discover my own pure self, That in real love, there is no temptation to change, Because it is our authentic selves that bonded, It is our authentic selves that each other loves. I

Everyone screamed and fireworks beautified the moonlit sky immediately, their beauty reflecting in the water. Truly, love is real if you're real.

"I'm glad you love them. Speaking in general terms, what else do you love?" "Ummm," she started. "I'd say family, I love family. My family means everything to me." She said laughing. "I know that's not the answer you were hoping to get" "Yeah, it's even better." He beamed with admiration. "Love is such a beautiful feeling." He started and stretched his hands for her legs which she gave him willingly, adjusting to a cropped-up position.

I would cross the chasm that separated reality from perception, weaving through the tapestry of life until I found the truth that my heart whispered relentlessly. Whether I would find Athara or simply a glimmer of her essence, I did not know. But what I knew with every fiber of my being was that love had the power to bridge the void, to reignite the flame of hope, and to lead us on a path where miracles await. I sounded unrealistic but who cares… my love for my wife is more than fantasy that I'm believing.

I wished to study well and become a scientist but I got trapped in the illusion of love and lost everything I had, my present, and my future too. Love like a well of fire, Burns you to the core, Once blinded by love, Reality you seek, no more. While you are lost, In sweet passion, Success walks out, Without compassion. Yet it holds to man, Greatest attraction. Thousands sacrificed Without hesitation.

His lips met hers slowly, hard and soft. Her head, her heart was at peace. Everything seems to vanish, there was nothing in the world, except the both of them. Melting into each other's body. This wasn't infatuation... It wasn't lust...neither was it just love. It was REAL LOVE... EXTRAORDINARY. Her mouth parted open, wanting more of him. His tongue slipped into her mouth, devouring her, savoring each taste. They stood under the sun, kissing each other senselessly.

Dear My Lovely Pink I adopted this poem from the book by Ibn Hazm Al Andalusi entitled. Words of Love from Andalusia. You must have never read it, right? That's why I edited one for you. Read and don't cry when I'm not by your side. "'True love is not the result of a momentary process Not because of coercion But walk and bear fruit slowly Skip the long combination so that the stake is solid After a long journey, steady intention and determination

my poem reads thus. ....... A LOVE POEM BY FETTY... I use to think love was an illusion and an overrated feeling of hopelessness I had this notion of how much of a hyped feeling this abstract thing was Infact, I downgraded this magical feeling and made it a foot mat Until I fell.... Falling completely in love with you made me realize every possible assumption of love is a reality And this magical feeling is taking me round the world in an instant You are the abstract fabric that kneads every bit of my heart and make melodious symphonies out of my heartbeat

This was someone repeating programmed responses. "Real love doesn't involve threats," I said quietly. "It doesn't require tearing people down to build yourself up. And it definitely doesn't need magical interference."

“You’ve been trying. That’s what matters to me.” He kissed her forehead. “I promise, I’ll never stop trying.” They sat on a bench under an old oak tree, the city humming softly in the distance. Riele rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing circles on his palm. “I used to think love was supposed to be this perfect, glowing thing,” she said. “But maybe real love... is messy. It’s forgiving. It’s surviving things you thought would break you.” Kim looked down at her, his heart swelling. “And building something stronger after.”