They lay on the floor
Lost in each other
Her head on a pillow
In his lap.
Staring at him
With her wide brown eyes.
He props himself
Up on his hands
And smiles at her
Brushes a stray hair
Back where it belongs
And taps her nose
"I love you, my Princess"
He says softly as he cups
Her cheek.
Her eyes close
And she leans into
His hand
There are moments
Like that when they
Remembered what it
Felt like
To be in love.
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The Love Stuff
PoesíaJust for the love stuff. The sappy, the silly, the romantic, the rage. It's all about the feelings, put here on on display :)
