love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Unbreakable Love
Through every storm, we stood our ground, In winds so fierce, we never drowned. Our hearts entwined, both strong and free, An unbreakable love, for all to see. Through trials, tears, and endless fight, We held each other, day and night. No force could tear what we had made, In each other’s arms, we always stayed. The world may change, but we remain, A love that knows no end, no strain. For in your soul, I’ve found my place, Unbreakable love, our endless grace. So hand in hand, we rise above, Bound forever in unshaken love. No distance, doubt, nor fear can sever, For you and I are bound forever.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
Protective Love
I stand beside you, firm and strong, Through every storm, where you belong. A shield, a guard, I’ll always be, Protective love, eternally. When shadows creep and doubts arise, I’ll be your strength, your steady skies. No harm will touch, no fear shall stay, For I’ll protect you, come what may. In every step, I watch, I care, A love that’s built to always bear. Through highs and lows, through thick and thin, With me, you’ll always safely win. My heart’s your home, your fortress high, With love so strong, we’ll never die. In my embrace, you’ll always see, Protective love, forever free.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
Surprising Love
It came like whispers on the breeze, A sudden joy, a quiet tease. Without a sign, without a clue, Surprising love, it found us true. In moments small, in glances shy, We met, and sparks lit up the sky. A touch, a word, then hearts entwined, In you, a love I didn't mind. It bloomed so fast, without a sound, A precious gift that we had found. No plan, no path, no charted way, Just love that grew with each new day. Surprising love, so wild, so sweet, In you, my heart found its retreat. An unexpected, gentle fall, And now with you, I have it all.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
Chapter 3: Dream Insanity. Content Warning.
The Continued Story… Dear Diary, I masturbate to the sound of his voice in my head(whispers come here, relax, just let it happen), touch of his hand in between my thighs, to the feel of his rough fingers thrusting inside of me... the way he silently watches how he pleasures me... fills my senses to its core... I can't stand it…
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
