This Ride of Love We Share
They see it. They tell us our love is challenged: friends, family, the jealous ones circling. Still, we choose this ride, together, beyond time and space.
Love & Intimacy
Love isn’t always grand gestures. Sometimes it lives in the quiet moments: a whisper before goodbye, rain tapping the window at dinner, the warmth that lingers on your skin long after someone’s gone. This is a collection of romantic poetry by Joshua Cintron, written for those who deserve to feel seen, cherished, and known. If someone in your life loves you like this, share these words with them.
Plainly, I Love You
He searches for eloquent words to hold what he feels, finds none equal to it, and discovers the truest ones were the simplest all along: I love you.
A Love Few Ever Find
Some love arrives quietly, then proves itself unmistakable, a rare certainty many spend a lifetime searching for and few ever find, understood best in nearness, not words.
When I Close My Eyes, I See You
He closes his eyes and she is dancing again, head tipped back, dress swaying, and for a moment every worry in his day goes quiet.
Born For Each Other
He asks it twice, once for each of them, and answers before she can. A love that feels less like falling and more like something written before either of them was born.
Goosebumps in a Cool Breeze
His stare lingers, and a cool breeze sets goosebumps dancing across her arms in perfect rhythm, her pulse quickening before she can name the feeling.
When a Memory Finds Me
A memory surfaces without warning, carrying the calm of two bodies resting in the quiet after passion fades. Some feelings return exactly when you need them most, as if they were waiting.
When I Try to Describe You
His smile gives everything away: the off-color white of his teeth, the widening eyes, the muted logic, all before he says her name.
A Rose in the Garden of My Life
I chased success, popularity and money when I was young. Then, she stepped into my life like a red rose and those dreams faded like clouds on a sunny day.
Moonlight’s Silver Hush
By moonlight’s silver hush, your words glow across the glass, and my thoughts drift toward you like tides pulled by a familiar star.