Love Poem, Cinna

She writes like dusk-soft, aching, and full of unsaid things.

Hopeless romantic. Slow-burn addict.
Her stories bloom in silence, where glances linger and hearts speak in metaphors.

A lover of cherry blossoms, autumn skies, and characters who fall in love with the soul before the smile.

She crafts confessions like poetry and monologues like lullabies.

Here to turn longing into language, and maybe-just maybe-make you feel something you forgot you missed.

She speaks in verses, not sentences-each word a petal, each pause a sigh.

She writes not to be read, but to be felt-like the ache of a love that never quite left,
or the warmth of a gaze that lingers too long.

She is the kind of story you don't finish-you return to it, again and again,
hoping the ending has changed.