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Anonymous users2024-02-08Love is the strongest desire in the entire emotional world of human beings, and true love can awaken people's potential! The following is a selection of three prose poems about love, welcome to read!
Prose poems about love 1Whether or not still lingering in the autumn leaves.
Is Bi Shi still troubled with the beginning of happiness.
Have you ever thought about telling the secrets of your heart?
Have you ever wanted to be as comfortable as a fish in the bottom of the sea?
I met you in the reverie of the blue sky.
Every leaf does not want to leave its mother's embrace.
Every beginning of happiness is hard-won.
Every secret hidden in the heart has a legend.
None of the fish that live on the bottom of the sea are not so comfortable.
What did you want to tell me that day?
You gently touch the heartstrings of the leaf.
I'm just waiting to meet the right you.
You tell me the secret hidden in my heart.
I gave up the mermaid's tail for you.
We fall in love and touch the beginning of happiness.
Prose poems about love 2It's been a long time since I've read a book.
When turning the second page of the book.
Suddenly found between the text and you and me.
It's all full of old things.
It was said. We can write happy old things in books.
Because every time I read it.
That can be used to embellish yourself.
It is also said. We can write about sad old things in books.
Because every time I read it.
That can be used to embellish yourself.
And you. What was said to me.
I swore an oath to me.
I didn't think about putting it in the book.
It doesn't matter if yours is still my old thing.
Or rather, our old things.
Whether sad or happy.
I really don't even want to talk about it again.
Sometimes. Memories are like a carving knife.
Even if it's a small word.
It could leave me bruised all over my body.
Every word we utter.
Every one of our stories.
Maybe it's just an emotional text for someone else.
And for me, it's a lifelong scar.
We are like a book.
Over time, you will turn to dust.
We are like a book.
Watch too much and you'll shed tears.
We are like a book.
When it started.
Only know its sluggishness.
At the end of the day.
Only then did I know about its sharp ......
Prose poems about love 3Your eyes. Shining like a star.
Twinkle and twinkle.
Illuminate my heart.
The eyelashes fluttering on it, like a small fan, fluttered to the ground, skimming the tip of my heart.
Qingshu pin closed your eyes, and I felt that the door of this world was closed to me.
And I, disappear into silence!
When I open your eyes, I feel the door of the world open to me.
And I, in a flash of agility!
Your eyes open and close, as if
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Ask what is the love in the world, the direct teaching of life and death, this love can be recalled, but at that time, the crowd was looking for him, suddenly looking back, the person was in the lamplight, there was no color, butterflies and wings, the heart has a little bit of a heart, if life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind, sad painting, fan, if the two feelings are long, and how can they not regret it in the morning and twilight, the clothes are gradually widening, and they will not regret it for Yi to make people haggard, the bright moon building, the high rest, and the wine into the bowels of sorrow, turn into lovesick tears, I only wish that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to the lovesickness, the golden wind and jade dew will win the world, but there are countless people in the world, the breeze is drunk, the wine is not awake, and I listen to the lovesick rain outside the window Wind spectrum broken intestine song (I wrote it myself, and I was shallow in learning.) Don't laugh at the landlord.