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.
poems about love
When Rain Keeps Time
Golden bulbs sway softly over white-linen tables, casting halos on steam, while outside, the rain keeps time.
The Whisper That Lingers
Between rest and routine, closeness and distance; a short love poem about the warmth that stays on your skin long after the morning goodbye.