Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
You don't push to get your way, You're comfortable, confident, and honest. You're fun and kind, you don't pretend. You're a dream come true.
By Phoenixica249 years ago in Poets
I beg of you to acknowledge my flaws. Understand how scared I am of some people, well really of them all. I am fearful of things that may come off extreme
By Chunky_Strawberry9 years ago in Poets
Ask me my intentions I know you never heard of it Baby I am different Trust me I am sure of it. You like my style and aesthetic
By Kao9 years ago in Poets
One year comes and goes. One simple year those made me forget you. One year, one date, that is edged in my mind That will forever haunt me.
By Cara Aruilio9 years ago in Poets
Running through the fields of wandering thoughts trying to find the missing link to life... Holding onto a q that needs an A,
By Sean Martinez9 years ago in Poets
People always say they found their Soulmate, Well, I say I was given my Heart-Mate. Given by God just for me to have, My bestfriend, my lover, my Husband.
By Heather Hanson9 years ago in Poets
I guess I'm scared. Because you are real and society is not. That makes me wonder who you are. With those misty eyes,
By Else Frederike9 years ago in Poets
Have you met the man with eyes of blue with a smile that kills he seduces you with one look he can cause women to shake,
By LM Giannone9 years ago in Poets
My Sweet Little Boy, Everyday you fill my heart with joy. A gift from above, Another Baby to fill my heart with love. A Mommy's boy I always asked for, I will love you forevermore. Such a wonder watching you grow, I love you more than you'll ever know.
My Baby Girl, The Light in Mommy's World. My Precious gift from above, You fill my heart with so much love. A dream come true, Oh how much I Love You. You're an answer to prayer, For you, I will always be there.
See it wasn't supposed to be like this.. well it wasn't planned. Simplicity In conversations of "wassups" and "heys" transitioned into life talks and pure truth.
By Sydney robinson9 years ago in Poets
I covet the rose that grows in the spring, That makes lovers dance, That makes lovers sing, The rose that grows into a marvelous thing,
By Malena Lopez9 years ago in Poets
