love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A RECKLESS ENDEVOUR
Our eyes met and held for a moment, measuring each other. Then I said, "Last night was rash... reckless." "Yet you accepted my invitation to ride in the country and brought no chaperone," he countered as his fingertips lightly caressed my cheek.
By Abigail Wanjiru3 years ago in Poets



