Poetry Lover Novels & Stories

Maybe it would help clear his head over whatever he was thinking. “Camille loved staring at the night sky. She would often compare me to the moon, saying I seemed so close but still out of her reach. I loved watching her admire the night sky as I found solace from just staring at her. She loved me but wasn’t in love with me.”

He knew how much she love listening to poem, anytime she was down, poem heals her. "Really? Please tell me. Am dying to hear it." Her face got brightened with a very cheerful smile, "sweety by who?" "Samuel Taylor Choleridge." "Oh. His poems are not bad either." She sat up, leaning on him. He cleared his throat and started. "All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I

"Don't say that! You're the only person I love! I was only together with Madison because our families were a good match." He gripped my hands tightly. His voice was trembling when he said, "I like being cooped up in our little apartment with you, snacking on chips while we watch a movie together. I like cooking with you. I like holding your hand while we stroll along the streets. I… "The only person I love is you." Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands.

He is my inspiration for becoming a journalist, and I want to write real-time stories or true-to-life stories for other people to read. It's funny because Kofi's recent work Lovers on Cirrus became a trend, and that's the way for me to connect with him. After discovering his work, I stalk his profile and social media accounts. I feel frustrated after knowing he currently has a boyfriend, which breaks my heart. I want him to be mine again. So I traveled back from the United States to the Philippines to snatch him away from his current boyfriend.

All the lights were shut and the spotlight was spotted on all the couples on the stage, “ Here is a beautiful song for all beautiful couples present here “, Shreya announced and the music started. “ Avni feels then rhythm and moves your waist gently “, Kabir whispered. “ Itnee mohabbat karo na main doob naa jaaon kaheen { don’t love me so much, lest I drown in this } Wapas kinaare pe aana main bhool naa jaoon kahin Dekha jabse chehara tera main to Tifton use soya Nahi { I shouldn’t forget to come back to the seashore Since I have seen your face. I have not slept for weeks } Bol do na zaraa dil mein jo hain chipa Main kissi se kahunga nahin Main kissi se kanhunga nahi { Please tell me, What

How wonderful it is to have Noah holding a book, doing this kindness for me that goes against his nature. "I don't mind." "Which one?" "You choose," I say. He flips a few more pages, then settles on one. In his deep voice, I hear him read. "You say you love; but with a smile, cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid's nun—/ And kept his weeks of Ember— O love me truly." "Keats was kind of romantic, don't you think?" "A poet par excellence." I cling closer to him, letting his scent fill my senses. "Go on."

Their appetites nearly satiated. A single dessert to share. A single spoon. He feeds her a small bite. Creamy and rich. She can’t help but smile with pleasure at the sweetness. Her innocent pleasure makes its way across the tiny table, straight into his heart. How can he help but love her? He takes a large bite with the enthusiasm of a child. She laughs quietly at his playfulness.

And when the first five words left his lips, I could not explain how I felt because somehow we prepared the same vow. 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. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs and with my childhood faith

him slowly hissing as she sinks down onto him earing a deep sigh from them both. He lifts his hand and touches her faces God baby I have missed you so much. oh really like you didn't do this with anyone. No not one just been waiting to be able to come back to you. what about you he ask as he kisses her neck. well I ahhh he stops and looks at her you uh what. who who do I have to kill for touching what's mine. you promised when I left you wait for me. Well you didn't say you be gone 7 years a mean a woman has needs. A woman what about me my hand has been my best friend every night waiting to come back to you and you went a fucked what some Bata or something. Hey now I didn't say that you did

A smell I will never get used to as it brings back the memories of days when I thought that there was a thing they called love. In what fantasy world do they live in? It only happens in myths like werewolves, vampires, and witches. Yes, I have read books and the girl always gets the best man and all the love that will keep any girl happy forever. Puff, I was that naïve once. How big a fool was I? Listening to ‘Love on the rocks’ by Neil Diamond on my little radio inside the bathroom, I feel a tight grip on my heart as I remember the way I and Erick were. Tears started to run slowly down my cheek.