Words are the second most important thing you need to write a love poem. The first one is to impregnate your ink with the fragrance of the soul you love.
The song you showed me is now my favorite.
Tea you made me when I was for the first time in your house,
I drink it all the time
Snowdrops, cakes, siting outside, sun, color blue and cats.
I've never really liked those things,
But I like you.
Everything you adore, becomes my favorite thing.
Is that how love feels?
~ER.
You are a masterpiece, sculpted by the hands of an ethereal artist. Just as Michelangelo breathed life into marble, he would have marveled at the contours of your form. Your eyes, like polished gems, hold galaxies within. Your lips, delicately chiseled, whisper secrets only the moon knows. And your skin, oh, it bears the warmth of sun-kissed stone.
In your presence, I feel the echo of ancient halls, where gods and muses danced. Your grace, a symphony of curves and angles, defies time. Each line etched with passion, each curve a testament to desire. You are the embodiment of longing—captured in stone, yet pulsing with life.
When I trace your silhouette, I find solace in the coolness of your touch. Your laughter, a melody echoing through centuries, resonates in my soul. And when our eyes meet, it’s as if the universe conspired to create this singular moment—a collision of fate and artistry.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Alain de Botton, Essays in Love // Eden Robinson, "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted" // Chloe Liese, Always Only You // Anne Carson and Euripides, An Oresteia // Two—Sleeping At Last // Studio Bones, SK8 the Infinity // Trista Mateer, "is it okay to say this?" // @moodylilac // D. H. Lawrence, "The Rainbow"