love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
A writer’s bouquet
I’d like to hand you a bouquet so exquisite, in hopes to see you smile once more. I’ll start by placing a bunch of Lilies, because even though you make my world shine as bright as the yellow of a sunflower, the warmth I feel from your gaze is unmatched, you are my ardor.
By Andra riverabout a year ago in Poets
The poet who only wrote in the rain
Main Story A small town where even the wind seemed to speak to his ear. At the end of the town, in a secluded corner of an old house, lived Aarav—a strange poet. He had no pen, no diary, no blank sheet of paper. He wrote only when the sky cried.
By Canvas Whispersabout a year ago in Poets
