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Love is a smile or a hug,
making someone a cup
of tea. Love is holding hands,
intimate massages,
offering support.

Love is early morning kisses,
making breakfast
in bed. Love is complete understanding, long conversations
and telling truths.

Love is a connection of the heart,
making a long journey. Love is
forever enduring, always receiving,
helping others.

Love is a word (or two),
making joint decisions,
love is unspoken -
sometimes soundless
or confidently loud.

Love is intimate, love
is kind, it's those late
phone calls. Love is unwavering,
intimate stares,
delicate yet strong.

Love is more than ****** intimacy,
it's keeping a
life promise. Love is sacred -
beautifully pure,
love is holy.

Love is all of these qualities.
so before you love -
remember them.
©️ Joshua Reece Wylie 2021
Tiana Jun 2021
Serene like an oceanic horizon
Striking like the fiery waves,
The essence of a longing affection,
that melodious thrill of an adventure my heart craved;

Delicate scents and gentle wind,
With the soft sunlight on cerulean, grinning,
Soothe my mind
yet left me anticipating
the dramatic secrets you hide;

But everything came along with your magical shore
Made my belief stronger about this quest
I've been wanting to explore;

Whatever happens, I want no regrets
I don't care if you have a stormy tide awaiting
If it's a charming masquerade, it is divinely sedating;

But at the end of the day,
you still remain an entrancing enigma,
Like in the unknown depths of the sea,
You are the unacquired jewels,
So tempting for the ones, fiercely passionate and distinctly greedy;

You make me so happy with
mere the knowledge of your existence,
Yet it turns back to utter despair,
Cause I despise the fact

That you are there
with all your charismatic abstract,
but not mine yet;
Do give me ideas regarding this writing to make it better
Àŧùl May 2021
Come, come with me, honey. 🍯
This afternoon, I'm so *****. 🎺
Come to the deserted beach, 🌊
I wanna eat your red peach. 🍑
Let's make love in the sand, 🌴
Just gimme your **** hand. 💅🏼
Let's sink in each other's love, 😍
Just kindle this glowing dove. 🕊
Obfuscate my afternoon light, ☀
Let me give you a love bite. 👄
My HP Poem #1930
©Atul Kaushal
fray narte Apr 2021
we are
a highway kiss
away from madness —
tonight, you burn
what's left of my breaths
and i stay and sit
and hold the matches
to this roadside fire
in total awe, darling

like an angel after his fall.

some things, too raw to die for heresy —
some things, too raw to be an anomaly.
Simroze Apr 2021
One more day passed and he still not there,
Can tell none, can't ask why,
Days full of nostalgia and despair,
Nights still worry 'bout the last good-bye!
Tryna let the blues away,
Help me silence my dismay.
I live my life on edge,
Nodding my head in sullen acquiesce,
'bout to fall off the ledge,
Just tryna get relief from my stress.
Tryna let the blues away,
Got none to silence my dismay.
He was the sun to my moon,
The misty morning to my crazy midnight,
He was the cool breeze to my perturbed sea,
The star to my dark sky.
Help me silence this dismay,
I'm still tryna let the blues away.
Demolish the sun, pack the moon,
Pour the sea away, it'll anyways be dark soon,
Not letting the blues away,
Now, I love drowning in the fray!
Tiana Mar 2021
Doesn’t she want to be the star
that reigns the dark sky?
Doesn’t she want a dream fairytale
That’s far from any deny?

Why is she so adamant?
To be that falling star,
Only with the purpose to never return;

What it is that outshined all the glitters
of the most desirable fantasy?
Is it the purity of wishes that
showers like some lovely confetti?

Is it momentary magic
Or a forever promised charm?
Is it more alluring than a perfect prince
with a vast kingdom?

Or is it the embody she calls ‘love’, that
made the loudest of echo unheard,
with its delicate hush?
  Is that what is making the imperfect celebration
full of happiness and laughter?
Simroze Mar 2021
I hate it when the rain stops;
When melancholy fades,
I hate it when the growing stops,
When clouds' whispers no longer fill the sky with wind shades.
I hate it when the day caused by thunder sets,
I hate it when quieter it gets.
When the flickering lights go out,
When my inner self can no longer shout.
I hate it when the leaves go still,
I hate it when the roads no longer squeal.
I hate it when the rain stops;
When melancholy fades,
I hate it when the sky leaves me alone in saudade.
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