love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
No One
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By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
MY SHORT LOVE POEM TO GIRLS.
Aren't the eyes that tell stories, but red eyes are the beauty of a woman. Aren't the eyes the beauty of a woman. What is seen in the eye is love, beauty is what lives in the eye, is it not love? I spoke in silence through the eyes.
By Manikandan Blog Writer3 years ago in Poets





