She is My Forever Spring

How Much I Love Her

The Story in Soft Poetry

I met her one morning,
when the sky was soft blue,
the world felt quiet,
but my heart found something new.

Her smile was like sunshine,
breaking the clouds in my sky,
her eyes were two rivers,
where my dreams love to lie.

I did not plan this,
I did not chase it,
but love walked in quietly,
and I could not replace it.

I asked myself,
“How much do I love her?”
The answer was endless,
like waves in the water.


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I love her like the morning loves the light,
without her, the dark holds the night.
I love her like the flowers love the rain,
she heals my silence, she soothes my pain.

When she speaks,
the world slows down,
when she laughs,
I wear a crown.

She is simple,
yet she is rare,
the kind of soul
that is beyond compare.


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I walk through the city,
the streets are loud,
but her memory
covers the crowd.

Her voice is music
inside my head,
every word she said,
I carefully spread.

When I am weak,
her thought makes me strong,
when I am lost,
her love is my song.


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I love her like the ocean loves the shore,
always returning, forever more.
I love her like the stars love the night,
shining because they see her light.

If the world asked me
to measure this love,
I’d point to the sky
and the stars above.

If the world asked me
to put it in stone,
I’d say, “It is endless,
it can never be known.”


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One day she asked me,
“Why do you care?”
I held her hand softly,
and told her right there:

“I care because your heart
is pure and kind,
I care because you are
always in my mind.

I care because you are
the dream I see,
I care because you are
the soul made for me.”


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Sometimes love is not
loud or bright,
sometimes love is
a candle in night.

But my love for her
is both quiet and strong,
it stays with me
all life long.

She is the poem
I cannot write,
she is the moon
in my dark night.

She is the reason
I breathe so deep,
she is the promise
my soul will keep.


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I love her more than
the books can explain,
more than the sun
can love the plain.

I love her more than
the rivers run,
more than the earth
can love the sun.

If tomorrow I lose
every dream I chase,
I’ll still be happy,
with her embrace.

If tomorrow the stars
refuse to shine,
I’ll still love her,
and call her mine.


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My story of love
has no ending near,
it grows with each day,
more clear, more dear.

So if you ask me,
“How much do you love her?”
I’ll say with a smile,
“More than forever.”

Because forever is short
to tell what I feel,
her love is my truth,
her soul is my seal.

And when my heart
beats its last song,
my love for her
will still live on.

Where Love Becomes a Living Magic

Long ago, in a world where dreams could touch the stars and rivers carried songs instead of water, there lived a boy who loved a girl with all his soul. He did not love her in a small way, nor in a way that could be measured by days or words. His love was larger than mountains, brighter than suns, and deeper than oceans.

But this world was not an ordinary one. Here, feelings shaped reality. If someone hated, storms would rise. If someone feared, shadows would cover the land. And if someone loved… ah, then miracles were born.

In a faraway land, where mountains touched the clouds and the moon shone like silver fire, there lived a boy whose heart knew only one truth—he loved a girl more than anything in the world. His love was not small, not fragile, not something that could be explained in a few words. His love was bigger than the sky, deeper than the sea, and brighter than all the stars combined.

But this was not an ordinary world. Here, emotions shaped reality. If someone hated, storms grew wild. If someone was afraid, shadows stretched across the land. But if someone truly loved, miracles would be born........