love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
In Her Eyes...
his first cry, her first love, when he held her fingers for the first time—so tight, "he's a strong boy, my baby's going to be a handful" she remembered saying through the tears that chocked her. She remembered looking at him, taking in everything—that pink, babbling baby.
By Gandharv Hasith Kumar7 years ago in Poets











