“She would always love him more
He was the love that poems spoke about.
He was the moon to her darkness.
He was all the notes of the love songs.
Sometimes she wondered if her feelings
Are enough to keep this going?
He hugs her tight and rubs her warm.
Maybe, he just might”
Another romantic poem, three days in a row. I am not a depressed soul, trust me on that! I just like this theme a lot. Anyway, do check out poetryhive for the prompts