His Love; A poem. For him. Not us.

The Kiss by Gustave Klimt (1908) So I write poems sometimes when I am sad, happy, thoughtful or inspired. I wrote this poem for someone whom I once knew. Or perhaps loved. But as we know, all stories of love do not have to be love stories, right? His love. His love is like the streaks … Continue reading His Love; A poem. For him. Not us.