Romantic Love Poems For Her Birthday の小説・ストーリー

"Real love is sitting by my bedside all night when I'm sick." "Real love is remembering every flower I like, and the way I like my food." "Real love is the gentle massage on my swollen ankles when I was pregnant, the fear in his eyes that he might cause me the slightest discomfort." I walked toward him, step by step. "And you? What did you ever give me?" "You never knew what day my birthday was." "You never remembered what I was allergic to." "In the seven years we were together, the only time you ever thought of me was when you needed a healer!"

"Troy, don't be afraid. Today's your birthday. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." She was holding a gift box and a cake in one hand, and a bouquet of double-petaled cherry blossoms in the other. The moment I saw the flowers she offered me, memories suddenly flooded back. Beneath the cherry blossom trees, she had once wrapped her arms around me and confessed her love. Back then, her gaze and sweet words had felt so real. "Troy, you remind me so much of the person I love most. Let's never be apart for the rest of our lives, okay?"

Her voice dries up. “Make you feel what..?” She takes a little breath. “…How do I make you feel?” Her fingers squeeze, and she smiles a sad smile, and my heart is hers. It’s been hers since she stared up at me in the rain. It’s been hers since she blew out her birthday candle. “Loved,” she whispers. “You make me feel loved. And I’ve never… had that… and I want to… show you…” Show you how grateful I am.

"I even prepared something." Elias looked at the paper. Then at her. "You prepared something." "A love poem. Just — listen. One minute." He said nothing. Which she decided to count as permission. She unfolded the paper. Cleared her throat. "Love is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken." She glanced up at him, then back down. "Love is the fullness of life, like a goblet brimming with wine." She lowered the paper. Met his eyes. "You already drank my love. Can you really say no to me?"

"My love is as sweet as a rose." "If I have to hold a rose when I think of you, then all my life I will have to pick roses forever." "True love is like a rose, sweet, fragrant, and intoxicating." Jazzy reads one by one the paper which contains romantic sentences related to roses. "Surely you weren't the one who made this up?" Asked Jazzy. Marco shook his head, Jazzy laughed out loud. At least the man in front of her had made an effort.

What incomparable blending of form and colour in your divine features! I happen to be in love with you Mr Romantic. Just by reading this, I was struck with love. Who is this Mr Romantic?

Let’s go and see a particular scenario that happened. My guy decided to surprise me on my birthday. He came in as early as 6 am with a lovely birthday greeting card. He gave me it and I opened it to see lovely writings. It was a poem written inside especially for me. I never knew he was such a good poet. “This is beautiful, how romantic,” I said. I read more and exclaimed “Arr, how nice of you. I’m so touched by your kind words.” I simply gave him a good hug and turned back to the hostel but he quickly held on to one of my hands and said, “don’t tell me you are leaving me, birthday girl, can we make it a date this evening, say 6 pm or 7 pm?” “Okay now, I’ll see you by 6 pm,” I replied. “It i

He chuckled, "I'm romanticizing you because you deserve to hear beautiful things, and Rumi had taken all the right words out of me ... I think I'm a few hundred years too late to be a poet." It made her laugh. "Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being," he quoted. "He didn't say that?" "He did ... reason is powerless in the expression of love," he continued. She was still grinning, his arms were tighter around her keeping her warm from the chill. "These pains you feel are messengers ... listen to them." Her smile started to fade. He wasn't just quoting them randomly, she felt those words were meant for her. "Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears o

Arlan gently told her. Her eyes blurred with unshed tears – never minding the mockery painted on the faces of other people inside the room – as she started writing the words that unveil the poetry given. She let out a slight and grateful smile as she read by her mind the words she had written on that piece of paper. ‘Love is beyond ETERNITY.’

As you are always in my heart, reigning in my heart, filled with sorrow. Like one day of that year, when I was seventeen, when the last sunset of the day faded and merged with the horizon, on the school's rooftop, where my young girl's heart was full of love and enthusiasm. Precisely engraved with the name of To Duong. I want to be with him, want to appear in his growing up process, only regret all the memories of the love story between him and me forever stopping in that year. Those thoughts made me sit blankly in front of the desk for a long time, countless images kept appearing in my head, but all of them were not in order, as if a movie was interrupted, just relying on the scenes shot. M