When lovers meet for the first time in their lives and realize that destiny has other plans.
“Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.“ -John Lennon.

A poem about lovers under the summer moon.

I’m a nut for fairies.

I wanted to try and capture what I felt the texture, taste, and expression passion feels like. I’ve only just scratched the surface.

When lovers embrace.

His touch lingers…

An acrostic love poem.

Why is the mere act of kissing so powerful?

An entry for Duff’s Writing Challenge #10.
Forbiddin Love: The only kind worth fighting for.