The Heart Of A Male Romantic

The heart of a male romantic
expresses his feelings born from his own pen
rather then purchased in a card
He is moved to comfort the one who holds his adoring gaze
He will make her feet float softly on the dance floor
He will embrace her pain and sorrow as his own
He will notice her true sensuality
when she is unaware it shines
He will cherish watching her sleep…
count her gentle breathes…
listen to her mild snoring…
and feel the nudge of her feet under clean scented sheets.

He will go to sleep each night whispering “I love You” in her ear
as she smiles..adrift in her dreams.

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Meghana Joshi

Heartwarming insight into the mind of a man very much in love. Simple yet sensitive.

ramakrishnan chatakondu

Sometimes we fall in love without any reasons….
………so please don’t ask me why I fell in love with this poem .

Nadeem Qazilbash

Written with such tenderness, it is sure to melt every woman’s heart.


Loved this! Oh, to be loved and cherished like that. …..”watching her sleep….” You definitely have insight .


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