it wasn't like what novels and romance movies claimed,
no fireworks
no sparks
no earth-shattering joy
instead it was waves of warmth,
a common understanding
silence —
you held my stare,
so gentle
no other words could describe
no other can
only love
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denials
Poetrypoems with no chronological order • of love disclaimer: not all stuff are mine do not read this if you want to feel happy because it's gonna get really wallow and soppy I hope this helps - maybe to provide company, an outlet, or just to let you know...
