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Untitled Love Poem
Pulling you closer to me, as we melt away in each other's arms; where I could spend– all day.
You make me feel so at rest with your hands caressing my chest...
Looking up into those eyes of rich dark chocolate, puts me in a trance– making me love being alive.
My smile in their reflection never seemed so radiant, credited all to your affection.
Like the rustling of dry autumn leaves In a great abyss, His bustling hole of memory digs Deep. For love is a forlorn song Which dances nude on the peaks of celestial passion. The more i tread down, The more i become entangled and engulfed And embraced by a stolid sting. I'm enthralled. Not by his presence But by the absence. How slavishly pain spoke of its glory. But was i to be fooled? An imperturbable soul? He is dank, Like an old picture, Fading and getting a tint of yellow Of the dastardly time. So why is it so warm to touch? So why does my loquacious soul sings me a lullaby of his glory to sleep? If love and he walked hand in hand, Whom was i to chose? The song or the lyrics? The soul or the body? The nectar or the flower? The beauty or the moon? Standing on faith as on a rock, No waves of dolour can shake this outline. Where i, The majestic being, Will sing in the kingdom of love. For love is a forlorn song, Of all deceased smiles Called the teachers of life...
Take your time. I’d rather have something real that grows slowly than something rushed that disappears overnight.🌙✨
A kiss isn’t about lips touching, it’s about two hearts meeting in silence 💋 Happy Kiss Day ❤️
“The most meaningful Valentine’s gifts aren’t bought — they’re chosen with care, attention, and love.” Valentine’s Day isn’t about doing more, spending more, or proving anything. It’s about noticing the small things, honoring shared moments, and choosing gestures that feel real A thoughtful gift, a quiet moment together, or a simple reminder that someone matters can say more than anything extravagant If you’re looking for Valentine’s Day gift ideas that focus on connection rather than perfection, this guide is filled with inspiration rooted in sincerity and intention. 🔗 Read the full guide here: https://www.letsdiskuss.com/post/valentines-day-gift-ideas-for-him-her-and-all-couples
💖 “The best Valentine’s Day gifts aren’t wrapped in paper — they’re wrapped in intention, time, and love.” Valentine’s Day is about choosing someone, again and again, in thoughtful ways ✨ Whether it’s a handwritten note, a shared experience, a simple flower, or a surprise date — love is felt most when it’s personal ❤️ If you’re looking for meaningful Valentine’s Day gift ideas for him, her, and all couples, this guide is filled with inspiration that celebrates connection over perfection 💕 🔗 Read the full Valentine’s Day gift guide here: https://www.letsdiskuss.com/post/valentines-day-gift-ideas-for-him-her-and-all-couples
Chasing Novel-Worthy Love: A Hopeless Romantic’s Valentine’s Day Confession
🌹 “Sometimes I wonder if I was made for a love that only exists in the dog-eared pages of novels, where heartbreak and devotion collide in the most beautiful, excruciating ways.”
You know the kind of love I mean, right? The love that feels like it was written in the margins of fate—messy, raw, but somehow breathtakingly perfect. The kind where even the pain is poetic, and every stolen glance feels like a line from a story you never want to end.
Maybe I’m just another hopeless romantic, doomed to keep rereading the same chapters, chasing the kind of love that’s too big, too wild, too much for reality. Or maybe, just maybe, that kind of love is out there, waiting for us to be brave enough to believe in it.
💔 Here’s to all of us searching for something extraordinary in an ordinary world.
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