Love is beautiful, I look forward to the world of these two people, what are some fresh prose poems about love? Below I will provide you with relevant content, welcome to read! Love prose poem 1
Hold your hand
Keep it in my heart
I want you to remember
The silent promise
Ah, I am not afraid of the pain of lovesickness
I am just afraid of your pain
I only blame people for being in the wind...
——"Dense Autumn"——
Autumn is coming to an end. The first snow has fallen in the north, and the small town in the south where I live has also experienced the slightest hint of autumn cold. An autumn rain, a fallen leaf, a lonely mood, cool and withered. A touch of warm sunshine, a drop of dew, and a boundless autumn color, colorful and warm.
In autumn, on one side is the sadness of the endless falling trees, and on the other side is the joy of "frost leaves red as February flowers". Just like, at this moment, I am filled with the longing for deep love and the bumps and bumps of life on the other. On the road of life, you will always meet all kinds of people and things, but not all encounters have a future. Only those who are in tune with each other can have the spark of love, and then the burning of love.
You are in the autumn wind, with your black hair, flowing, clear lips, and enthusiasm, everything is what I have dreamed of countless times. When the season becomes tepid, love is in full swing. The joyful and happy time is the eternal scenery on the road of love.
Why are you so sad and passionate? Have you waited too long for love, or is love what it is now? Loving someone is so difficult, it is always confusing. Two people who were originally in love parted ways while walking. People who were originally in two worlds suddenly fell in love with each other. In all cases, it is time that is too ruthless or love that is too mean. ? I don’t want to delve into the rights and wrongs of the past, I just want to love you for the rest of my life. Even if this is a challenge to life, I must face it bravely.
When love is too painful, people always hope to fall in love in the next life. But I can’t say about the next life. Life is like morning dew, passing by in a hurry. Who will I meet in the next life? I dare not imagine that even if I meet you, will everything be just right? Maybe we will never see you again at all. Life is always exhausted in the busyness, and feelings are always ravaged by time and space. If you don't hold on to the present time tightly, love will probably slip through your fingers.
Falling in love with someone is a chance, and falling in love with two people at the same time is a one-in-a-million chance. Now, I love you and you love me. This is all the motivation for us to decide to be together. Even if we have to carry the time, it is enough. In the future, I love you and you love me. This is the sublimation of life. Even if they burn into ashes together, they will also turn into the soil of happiness. If love is like this, life will be like this, then it will be good.
I am not worried that all my promises will come to nothing, because love is the deepest desire in the heart, not driven by material interests. One person has one heart and one world. When one person works hard, the other person is the driving force deep in the heart. The ups and downs are in the heart, and happiness and contentment are in the heart. The road of love is as wide as the heart is wide.
At this moment, the words in my heart are ticking, you are walking in the autumn colors, I am writing about you, and you are looking at me. Year after year, like this, year after year, like this. Late autumn takes away the fallen leaves, but it will not take away the courage and faith of the lush branches.
Loving you is the point of no return. Even if time is wasted, I will always have you with me.
Two fresh prose poems about love
I miss you, I miss you
I always have a holiday when I leave home in eighteen years
In previous years, there were three sticks of incense and a bouquet of flowers in front of the monument
Although the journey is far, I often go back
Now I can’t go back to the end of the world
I can’t fall asleep after a night of lovesickness
Suddenly, a dream turned out to be blue clouds and blue sky.
> Hands like knives, weeding and making ridges
Tears flowed down the rivers on both sides
I wish I was a cherry blossom
Decorating her elegant window
Send her a burst of fragrance
Just beside the tennis court
I wish to be a cluster of yellow bamboos
Stay together in that land
My head is her residence
My branches sway her gentleness
I wish to be a willow tree
Anyway Chasing in the running water
I won’t tell her everything about me
Occasionally looking forward to her lotus boat