Undone bed, sometime in the middle of May. Soothing caress of the wind touches her cold darling flowers outside.
Unostentatious Biedermeier furniture in a treehouse on a Mahogany tree, fairy lights still lit up. You held my hand that was resting on your chest.
Beating so innocently as we gaze out the open windowpane, stars were glimmering on the black horizon. Shining so brightly for us.
You whispered those three words. I tighten my embrace around your neck as I kiss your lips. Sweet as honeydews.
Hours have gone so swiftly, as love spent so warmly, with two hearts flaming in uncontrollable blaze.
Slept staring at your face in a dim light of fairy pixies and candle beams.
Six in the morning when I wake up, as sweet scent of roses enwraps the serene air of that Spring morning.
The princess was still yet in bed, eyes still close, as I kiss your forehead.
You slowly open your eyes, realizing I was already up.
“Good morning, darling. Here's your breakfast today,” I said, “I love you.”
—Sant Bibliophile 🌻
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Au nom de l'amour
PoesiaAu nom de l'amour (In the name of love) is an anthology of literary pieces written by different writers, including me, which contains all feels about love. In this anthology, we will dive into a world full of perceptions about love. Are...
