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My eyes unable to look away from his burning flame, I feel like Icarus too close to the sun, his mere presence threatening to consume me. Finally he breaks the intensity of our stare, dipping his head to whisper in my ear, the tickle of his breath on my skin sending a shiver through me. “The day is almost over Lia” the velvet rumble causing my body to shiver involuntarily at the delicious threat he presents.

His eyes sparkled with reflections of the aurora, as beautiful as the sky itself. "I love you deeply and devoutly, in a way I have never felt for anyone else. You are the light in my life, driving away the shadows of my past. Since our reunion, there hasn’t been a moment when I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with you... "I wonder if you’d give me this chance to hold your hand and walk through life together?" Before he could finish speaking, Jessica extended her hand toward him. She nodded while crying, saying, "I will."

Our scents mixed, cum leaking slow between us, the grass cool under our heat. In that moment, beneath the vigilant gaze of stars and spirits, we lay together, not as separate beings, but as a singular force, bound by love's unassailable magic. The grass cradled us still, the cocoon a testament to our rebirth, and as our heartbeats slowed to unison, I knew this was no fleeting passion, but the dawn of an eternal flame.

She spat, "That has nothing to do with you. At least I'm a willing party even if he lies to me." She quietly looked at him as the soft light radiated on his exquisite face, bringing out the depth of his eyes. She showed no signs of backing down or raising her voice in a heated argument; she spoke calmly, "I love him, so I don't care about everything else. You're right—love makes people blind. I don't need you to show me who he really is. Even if he's useless, weak, or doesn't care about me, I still love him all the same."

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

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

Knowing I picked a classic poetry book from my bookshelf, sat under my duvet and started to get lost in the poems that were written during war time 'My gentle one, with whom someday I shall be happy, we shall have our long walks and our quiet evenings which I dream of every night, when all of this is over, and I am back in your loving embrace. Think of me before you sleep as I'll think of you. My love, My Darling. Please do not fear, I will be home with you again, My beautiful love.' Reading poem after poem I could ignore the squealing and pounding of music beneath me, and I must have been reading for a while as when I peeked out of my window it was now dark.

He had arrived, and she had sensed him, as though the air itself carried news of his presence. Taram sat beside her, careful to leave space. He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the ring again, feeling the cool metal pulse against the warmth of his skin. Words gathered on his tongue, clumsy and inadequate, yet potent with unspoken devotion. Love, he realized, was not a thing to be shouted into the air. It was a hush, a glance, a heartbeat shared quietly between two souls that had survived distance, silence, and disappointment. “You’re quiet tonight,” he said, voice low, almost reverent.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; .....

"Why don't you want to talk, Chiara?" It doesn't make sense, but hearing Wolfgang say my name makes my heart tremble. I take my time to think of a simple answer. "Talking does not solve anything in my life." I don't care to see his face, I turn to look out the window. “Words do not solve anything on this side of life, it is good that you know now. But when we remain silent, we are yielding reason to our enemy, and that is when we lose." I turn to Wolfgang.