Article modifié le 14 février 2025

I wrote love “poems” out of boredom, while commuting to work. They’re more like short narratives. In fact, for someone who doesn’t truly believe in this four letters word, I think a lot about it: perhaps, I’m trying to decipher the hype.

However, the more I stare at them, the more corny and pompous they feel… But those two things may be a part of my persona. So here are some depressing and cliché and not so serious exercises in style. They’re in English cause I’ll ne mortified to read them in French?

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Between our silent gaze and silly laughs

Lay the unspoken words

Afraid to bear the truth and its waves
We live off those elusive moments

Trying coyly to forgive our timorousness
We pretend to smile at what we lost

But
You and I
We both know

The making of love

Your body and mine
Entwined, heated, athirst
Our skins magnetically attracted

Rhum ginger and pine
Exhilarating our needs and lust
While birthing the fantasies we create

Sweating and heavy breathing
We succumbed to the making of love
Your body and mine, entwined, heated, content.

Blissful love

Raindrops through the window pane
Sunbeams on my pearly skin
Whistling wind in the foliage
Kisses on my crown, balm for my pain
This is how your love feels

Bonus: love songs I’m currently daydreaming on

Buzzcocks, « Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve) »

Nat King Cole, « L-O-V-E »

Skip Marley, H.E.R. “Slow Down”

Max Jury “You do something to me”

Samara Joy « Can’t Get Out of This Mood »