Romantic Love Poems For Her Birthday นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

“What you do with it?” She laughed. Not so much at the joke but at the fact it came from Aiden. He was so…entrancing like this. Shyly playful behind his most severe façade. “What’s romantic to me isn’t the rote stuff like flowers or chocolate or serenading someone on a balcony at midnight—” “I will not be serenading you ever.” “Of course not,” she grinned. “I’m sure you’d outsource it to a serenading company.”

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."

The girl continued to listen to her music without paying the slightest attention to Roy. Under the sparkling night sky, she walked with a dazzling smile. Her heart fluttered, love grew in the dark, A secret that only the two of them knew. The stars watched, silently testifying, This love was unstoppable, uncontrollable. She is the spring in his arid heart, Turning his world into colors. She wrote poetry in his mind, Carving her name in every stanza. Fate brought her into the arms of the poet, Between unspoken words. The stars watched, silently testifying, This love was unstoppable, uncontrollable. She was the spring in his barren heart, Turning his world into colors.

Her lips felt so soft,the taste of the cake still present there. Deepning the kiss,I feel her hands hold my collars for support,her delicate lips not knowing how to kiss,as I guided her along. Once done,I stare back at her red blushing face,my next words making them turn more red. "But you lips are something else my love,way more delicious and tempting" She smiles at this and I pull her for a hug, looking up at the stars and thanking heavens,for this was the best birthday I ever had in my life ,and all credit goes to her.

This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem. Your touch, a flame that ignites my soul, In your arms, I find myself whole. With passion burning deep within, I long for the moment our hearts will begin. In the soft glow of moon’s tender light, We surrender to the passion of the night. Our bodies entwined in fiery embrace, Lost in the rhythm of love’s sweet grace.