love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A Romantic Vision
Most people see colors. Iris Everly saw music. Every step she took hummed a note. Every face carried a chord. The sky at dusk? A soft jazz solo in lavender. It wasn’t madness—though many thought so—it was Synaesthetic Romanticism, a condition so rare it didn’t even have a proper name. Iris called it her "romantic vision."
By USAMA KHANabout a year ago in Poets






