love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Stardust Serenade: A Love Symphony
In twilight's gentle embrace, whispers bloom, melodies of entwined hearts weaving love's loom. Moonlit verses pirouette on night's canvas, your gaze, a constellation, casting a cosmic light. Eternal echoes ripple through time's flowing stream, love's symphony, a serenade, an enchanting dream. Each heartbeat, a stanza in our shared melody, a sonnet of passion, love unfolding eternally. Within your eyes, a universe unfolds, galaxies of emotions, a story silently told. Hand in hand, we traverse fate's gate, our love, a masterpiece, an unending state. Through the cosmic ballet, where stardust weaves our fate, constellations witness our journey, a celestial bond we celebrate. In the vast expanse, our love, a timeless song, echoing through galaxies, eternally strong.Start writing...
By David Nwogu3 years ago in Poets
Intimacy
I want intimacy, but I don't want just sex. For so long, people tried to tell me that's all intimacy is, but thankfully my mom drilled the truth into my brain before my view was tainted. It's your touch, not there, but here on my knee. Here, an arm draped over my shoulder. Fingers in my hair, a quiet lullaby lulling me to sleep. I love the sweet reminder you're here and I am safe. It's the love radiating from your eyes so intensely that I want to look away but can't because I'm entranced. Locked in this moment I want to stay in forevermore, the kind of sweet look that will give me everlasting butterflies. It's your arms around me tight like you'll never let me go. Even if the urge to pee hits in the middle of the night I have to fight your grip and hope I won't mess up the sheets anyway. It's your kiss, innocent and quick, but full of love just the same. It's you in my ear, whispering how gorgeous I am, blank canvas and baggy clothes. Sweet nothings to make me blush and wonder where you've been all my life. "Waiting for you" is what I'm sure you would respond, cheesy but romantic just the same. It's us in bed, under the covers, no space between, my head on your chest, listening to your heart beat just for me.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Poets
