falling in love poem

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

- Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
—  Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair

Two lovers sit amongst the stars, two maybe three constellations apart.. a kiss away from bliss, a sky amiss of a falling star. And when lips meet, moons swoon as the night skips a beat to their very heartbeat.. the sky alight with life for all to see, these constellations starcross alive in a dream.”

Two lovers sit amongst the stars - A lovie dovie poem by eUe

I want all of you, every version.

I want the you that dances around in only socks on the kitchen floor until you almost slip. I want the you that dances in the rain despite the people yelling at you that you’ll catch a cold. I want the you that bakes way too many cookies at one time just so you can eat extras. I want the you that sings and belts out the high notes when no one else is home. I want the you that messes with your hair until you realize you’re doing it. I want the you that only wants to be hugged and kissed and held. I want the you that hates to admit there’s a love for cheesy movies somewhere in that Netflix watchlist. I want the you that stays up late thinking of things you’d only bring up in really deep 2am conversations. I want the you that laughs uncontrollably until you’re literally on the floor even if it was just over some stupid video. I want the you that points out every dog on the street because of that overwhelming sense of pure excitement. I want the you that has to snap out of a daydream in the middle of the day. I want the you that does crazy poses for the camera even though you know you’ll just laugh later and tell me to delete them. I want the you that you are at your best. But I’ll certainly love the you that you are at your worst. Because I want all of you.

If it’s true what people say
that one sometimes can’t find sleep
because they’re awake
in another’s dream,
then I wonder
why you don’t suffer
from insomnia.
—  // nights
j.d.m.

And we shouted hate

like it deserves

to be heard,

yet we hide love

like it shouldn’t

be spread on.

I’m sorry // ma.c.a

I fell in love
with the way she dreamt about forever;
she was a girl of adventure & I was her writer.


She’s wild, but she’s soft
kind of like when it rains during the summer
and she smiles in such a way that makes me feel lighter.


She’s a traveler filled with chaos
but she feels at peace in the serenity of saltwater;
I saw a silent hope in her eyes that someday she’ll recover.


She’s the prettiest girl in the world;
the touch of her skin feels like a mourning dove’s feather;
I close my eyes, and I’m surrounded by flowers and no winter.


She’s my someone, my soulmate, my life;
I choose her for the reason that she inspires me to be better
and today I promise that I will always cherish her in my tender.

—  juansen dizon, A poem for Annie