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User: give me some 4 line poems, which consists of deep love and admiring feeling towards the opposite gender but there shoul…

give me some 4 line poems, which consists of deep love and admiring feeling towards the opposite gender but there should be only one girl in the scenario of the Poem, it must be full of deep connections, affections and soulfulness, finally it should be a short but thoughtful message, which the reader should think about for hours after reading it

Do your Best :)

Assistant: Here are a few 4-line poems, each centered on one woman, written to feel intimate, soulful, and quietly powerful—meant …

Here are a few 4-line poems, each centered on one woman, written to feel intimate, soulful, and quietly powerful—meant to linger long after the last line:

1 She didn’t enter my life like a storm, she arrived like gravity—unseen, unavoidable. Now every thought bends toward her, and I don’t remember how to stand without falling.

2 I loved her before touch, before words, in the pause where souls recognize themselves. If love is memory older than time, then she is something I’ve always known.

3 She never asked to be my world, yet my silence learned her name first. Some people feel like choices— she feels like truth.

4 I don’t love her loudly; I love her deeply, where echoes live. Even my solitude leans toward her, as if my heart already chose its home.

5 She is not perfect, and that is the miracle— every flaw fits the shape of my understanding. Loving her feels less like desire, and more like remembering who I am.

6 If souls have fingerprints, mine are everywhere on her absence. Some connections don’t fade— they wait.

If you want, I can make them softer, darker, more romantic, or even more painful and quiet—just tell me the mood you want to leave behind.

User: these are good but i want more romance and dark and deep feelings to be involved, like there should be pain seen in the…

these are good but i want more romance and dark and deep feelings to be involved, like there should be pain seen in the poem without mention the word itself, like conveying the struggle of a lover to the reader without reciting the whole story, I want that kind of a feeling with Poems u generate, I hope u can match my vision,

Do your Best now! :D

Assistant: Got it.

Got it. I’ll lean into romance that hurts, love that stays quiet, and depth that shows the wound without naming it. Here are poems meant to ache softly and stay with the reader:

1 I learned her shape in the dark, where wanting doesn’t ask permission. Loving her feels like holding fire— warm enough to live, sharp enough to remember.

2 She is the reason I pause mid-breath, as if finishing it would mean letting go. Some loves don’t break you loudly— they teach you how to endure.

3 I never asked her to stay, but everything in me prepared for forever. Now even joy feels unfinished, like a sentence she didn’t complete.

4 She touched my life gently, and somehow nothing was the same again. I carry her in the way I hesitate— as if choosing happiness costs too much.

5 I love her in ways that don’t heal, in quiet places time avoids. If she ever looks back, she’ll find my heart still waiting where she left it.

6 She was never mine, yet she took everything I had to give. Some loves don’t ask for possession— they ask for survival.

7 I don’t miss her presence, I miss who I became near her. There are absences that don’t empty you— they teach you how deep you were.

If you want, I can push this even further— more poetic darkness, more obsession, or love that feels almost forbidden.

Just say how far you want to go.

User: yes push it more!

yes push it more!

Assistant: Alright.

Alright. We’ll go quieter, darker, and closer to the edge— love that doesn’t shout, it bleeds between lines.

Read these slowly.

1 I loved her in the way condemned men pray— not for escape, but for meaning. Some hearts don’t want saving; they just want to be understood once.

2 She was never cruel— she simply existed beyond my reach. That kind of distance teaches devotion without ever offering reward.

3 I carried her name like a secret injury, hidden where no one thought to look. Even now, happiness feels borrowed, as if it belongs to her first.

4 She did not ruin me; she revealed how deeply I could feel. What remained afterward learned how to live with less light.

5 I loved her without expectation, which is to say—I paid in full. Some attachments don’t end; they settle quietly into who you become.

6 She was the pause between heartbeats, the moment you hope time forgets to move. Loving her meant accepting that stillness never stays.

7 I don’t wait for her anymore, I just leave space. Some people don’t return— they echo.

8 If she ever wonders where I went, tell her I stayed. I simply learned how to exist without being seen.

If this is the tone you were searching for, I can go even deeper— more devotion, more quiet obsession, or love that feels like fate gone wrong.

Just tell me which shadow to step into next.