with her eyes looking into his,
you can sense the love for him.
if you saw the way she looks at him,
and the way he looks at her,
you would never be capable of doubting they aren't soulmates.
the eyes will glisten with the amount of love their body consumes,
for one another.
when she looks at him,
she notices how his jaw will clench on and off,
the way his eyes dilate once their eyes touch,
she notices the bare amount of freckles he owns upon his skin,
his hair that she has always loved,
the way he jokes about cutting it off,
his hair,
that covers part of his forehead.
god,
how handsome he is.
how perfect,
every little part of his body is.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
