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Loving her is a soft waltz

among fields of moonlit marigolds;

rustling with every step,

dancing to the music of intertwined souls.

Loving her is freedom.

 

Loving her is crinkled parchment

stained and smeared with the stories

of a life long forgotten.

Loving her is beauty.

 

Loving her is the hushed buzzing of insects

through abandoned gardens of nostalgia,

and the sweet taste of honey drizzle

clinging effortlessly to her lips.

Loving her is purpose.

 

Loving her feels like sleepless nights

and callused fingers

tracing through her golden hair.

Loving her is safety.

 

Loving her is like the bold waves

of a demanding ocean

and the grains of sand

desperately squeezing between sun-kissed toes.

Loving her is peace. 

 

Loving her is the glimmer

in her cat-like eyes

and the subtle stains

that decorate her slanted smile.

Loving her is happiness.

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halfxheart Review

(This is my first review so excuse me if isn't good)

I really loved this poem! All of the metaphors and imagery throughout were beautiful. I also loved the rhythm of it. The whole poem flowed, and read somewhat like a song, which is something I look for in poetry.

I don't know if you wrote this about a certain person, but I might like to see more details of this person throughout. Details like the honey drizzle on her lips, her callused fingers through her golden hair, and her slanted smile, really bring the poem to life for me.

Great job with this poem!

Ooh, I like this. A lot. I really like the descriptions of love. It is so true.
I also really like the repition of, “Loving her is...” It makes it seem natural and casual.
I like way you have used common words to make love sound beautiful. I don’t know if this was your intention, but I feel like the common words used to describe love is reflecting how love is common, but it is still an amazing thing. Those words make the poem sound personal and meaningful, rather then just a nice sequence of words.
I also like the key words: freedom, beauty, purpose, safety, peace and happiness. They all build up to make love, which is obviously the main theme of the poem. I like the order you wrote the verses in, with happiness last to make it stand out. I don’t know if you agree with you or not, but in my heart I believe that happiness and joy are the most important aspects of love.
I know my review isn’t about the poem, but about love and feeling, but I believe that a poem isn’t a poem unless it makes the reader feel something special. Which this poem does. So well done, this is a good poem!

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jessica21 Review

I hope you'll forgive me that the second I read "Loving her is ... ", my mind starting singing this poem to the tune of Taylor Swift's "Red".

As expected my favourite parts were the small things, the unorthodox details - the grains of sand desperately squeezing between sun-kissed toes, the hushed buzzing of insects, and the calloused fingers. I say unorthodox, for lack of a better word, but what I mean is just they're not cliché, they're not the kind of comparisons you see coming from fifty miles away because they haven't been used a million times over. That makes this feel personal. And honest. And real. And the very nature of these images - the fact that they're small, the kind of thing you'd have to pay attention to in real life in order to notice them at all - gives your poem a very delicate feeling. Nice work.

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LadyF Comment

Subtle, meaningful and pleasing the soul well - you totally intricated us into loving her! I love the association with my favorite color yellow. Yes, Love is totally like this...I love the peculiar combinations of words (soft waltz sounds inspiring). The poem definitely made an imprint in my soul.



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