Late night + early morning poetry texts. One annoying thing that happens when you date a hopeless romantic who loves to write. Or is that only me? Haha
Your eyes and your lips are poetry. But you are the poem I can’t write. I sift through words searching for the right feeling. Ways to praise you and capture your heart. And I cannot find anything that is worthy. Nothing at all comes close. But I hope it’s enough to say that you are beautiful and you are loved deeply. I hope it’s enough to say my love is yours.
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