love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In The Kitchen
How did I end up in the kitchen so often, making food for him, listening to his playlist that I never thought I’d be interested in? No offense, but I don’t really get the constant rapping in the songs (brb, crying). How am I so in love now? The girl I used to be never believed in love, and now look at me—I'm in the kitchen cooking for him, learning what he likes, and just adoring him for who he is. How is it that the same girl who used to avoid skincare and maintaining her image is now so focused on keeping herself in check? She’s always thinking she needs to look her best, trying to look good in front of him, as if she’s still trying to win over her crush—even though he’s her husband. The way he takes care of her, she keeps falling for him, over and over again.
By Whispers of romance2 years ago in Poets
