Romantic Love Poems For Her Birthday นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

How long does it last Can love be measured by the hours in a day I have no answers now but this much I can say I know I'll need her 'til the stars all burn away And she'll be there

I laughed softly. "You're always corny; is there anything new?" She teased me and softly chuckled. "Since the day that I saw you, my world has changed; you seem to be a potion, which at first glance will make me speechless. Your simple smile instantly melts my bad mood, which is so unfair that even your voice can soften my heart. I will compare my love to yours like a globe. It cannot be measured by how wide it is. I promise you that even if one day we have many grandchildren, and even if our hair turns gray, Its beat will never change. You will be the one to recognize it. Even if I lose my sight, I will still be able to recognize you. Because it can only read one name. I love you, Mrs. Mary

When he broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. Rhobart brushed his knuckles up and down her cheek before putting her left palm against his chest. Beneath her palm, his heart was beating strongly. He placed his hands on her hips. “We will grow old together. Little feet will run in the hallways while laughter of happiness will echo inside our palace. If you stand in the rain and listen to the drops falling on the ground, the wind howling up high in the mountains, or the waves crashing against rocks in the Endless Sea, all of them will tell you that our love is something so ethereal, Gods and beasts will talk about it.” “I never knew you were a poet.”

“You promised I could ask you to do anything for my birthday.” I nod attentively, “Yes, yes I said that.” “Well, you are my gift. Your existence is my gift, every emotion you feel is my gift, the love you have for him is my gift and I'm your gift.” His tone is slightly harsh but my stupid fussy brain might be picking up the wrong tone. A deep moan escapes my lips as he pulls my nipple painfully, twisting the buds between his fingers. “I want to make love to you, make you feel good and satisfied that you will never look for another. That's all I'm asking from you on my birthday.”

Her smile, radiant and genuine, filled my soul with warmth and love. “Happy birthday, my dearest Golder,” I whispered, my voice carrying my adoration for her. “This celebration is a tribute to the light you bring into our lives, the love that binds us together.” Golder’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she walked toward me, her steps infused with grace. I took her hand in mine, gently leading her to a seat beside the table. With a flourish, I presented her with the first of many gifts, carefully wrapped and chosen with her unique tastes in mind.

I returned his kisses, savoring the sweetness that lingered on his lips. "Happy birthday, my love," he whispered against my cheek, his voice a soft melody that danced in my ears. I melted into his embrace, feeling the love and warmth radiating from his strong arms around me. It was a moment of sheer contentment, as if time stood still, allowing us to savor the beauty of this day together. Gently pulling away, Liam looked into my eyes, his gaze filled with adoration. "I'm sorry I had to step out early this morning," he said, his voice laced with sincerity. "But I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for your special day."