Novel & Cerita Romantic Love Poems For Her Birthday

I replied. She cleared her throat, "Hope you are counting, if you cheat you aren't to like what I am going to do with you, I am also counting, so don't think of cheating." I nodded my head as I waited for her to start, "My cupcake, the sun and the moon that brighten my day and night. My king, the key to my heart, my sugarplum, The love of my life." I shook my head at the last one. "Nope, I won't agree, you don't have to call me the love of your life, it's not a romantic name, to me it's a title." She paused, her face was mean, she exhaled and continued.

I'm glad that he was able to see me for Me and not as some one who doesn't come from billions of dollars. I'm so incredibly grateful that God was able to place Ryan in my life and I thank him everyday. I want Ryan to know that even when I'm being a crazy hormonal girl, that I still love him. I'm IN LOVE with him. Nothing can ever change that, no matter what he says or does will. So Happy birthday my love" I smiled as I raised my glass. He stood up and gave me a tight hug. Everyone clapped their hands and whistled. He looked at me and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

“They are living modestly in Chicago.” “I am still afraid of her returning.” “She is dead; she cannot return, and most importantly, I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. Nothing, and no one will separate us again.” Before she could respond, James pulled her close and kissed her deeply, as if it were the first time. The world around them disappeared. There was no more fear, only the certainty that, together, they were invincible.

And a note that said, ~ 99 roses, each one is a symbol of my love for you, each one says your name, the only thing I'll keep close to my heart forever.~ It was said that when a man was truly in love, his heart would naturally teach him how to love you, his every word will be straight from the heart, touching and undeniably romantic. Who would have thought that a man like Vincent would be capable of heart pounding romance with sweet words. But his loving words came from the heart, and that's what made them even more special.

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.

“I look nervous.” “Nervous,” I murmured, pulling her hand gently toward my lips and brushing a kiss to her knuckles, “is the last thing you look. You look like the rest of my life.” Her breath hitched. Color bloomed high on her cheeks. I leaned closer, letting my forehead touch hers. “Happy birthday, my love.” Her eyelashes fluttered. “Thank you.” A soft pause. “And thank you… for this.” “For everything,” I corrected gently.

“I am unworthy of the love you have given me, Beloved, yet I will spend the rest of my days honoring it. You are my heart’s quietude, the peace I thought I would never find. If the throne, the crown, everything I hold were to vanish, I would be content with only you.” Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she was smiling, radiant, her love like a warmth that wrapped around me. “I love you, Visaris,” she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. “I have loved you across lifetimes, and I will love you across all that is yet to come.”

Because I love to admire beauty and if such a beautiful woman is sharing a room with me in this competition than it won't be correct that I don't offer anything for your beauty so it's just that I fell in love with your beauty I hope you won't be taking it wrong because that's what I felt and I just told you about that and it's nothing more than that I hope you don't mind me expressing my thoughts by offering this bouquet to you , because I am a kind of person who believes in the proverb of what's in your mind that should be on your tongue and that's why I am doing this and most probably you could have loved it or else you could have accepted my rose ? Which he told with a smile on his face

She titled her head and read the note. ❤My love for you. Can it be compared to anyone? Can it be exchanged with anyone? Can anyone replace you? No Never. My love for you is everlasting. My love for you will grow more each day, each hour, each minute, and each second. I love you. My happiness.❤