Some loves do not arrive dressed for applause.They slip in quietly, like steam from a teacup left beside an open window.No performance. No glitter thrown for strangers.
Maybe some day I'll find that special person and be able to fall in love with her. But it's getting harder and harder the older I get. I'm 67 and haven't found it yet.... Rick The Truth Seeker
I loved this poem. That's love. It doesn't have to involve grand gestures. It's the little things daily that matter. The quiet presence warms the soul.
I was trying to be cool... and then the blanket and a cup of chocolate in winter..? Those just got me right in the chest.
You are the mistress of the "cups" in my little room, I thought I could take the liberty of borrowing them, just for this time 😁
Thank you, sempai ☺️
You wrote that piece Asuka? That's a fantastic poem it punched me right in the heart
Actually, that’s mine with the expression of the “Cup” from Asuka. Our way to get along. Right, Asuka-sama ?
Living on a prayer, but I'm with you forever. A present from time to time but don't cling to it. <<3
Beautiful line.
Thank you ☺️
This is the love after the honeymoon period. The one that stays, that does not seek anyone new. The love that I would dare call true love.
Beautiful 🤍
I like to call it daily boring love 😁
Thank you Storm Whispered
A boring man perhaps, but always present... This line describes everything.
And truly the quiet side of our hearts is where the most magic lives.
Thank you Anshikaa,
What comes after the excitement moments can be magical indeed
what a beautiful poem! i wish i was as poetic as you 😅
Thank you 😊
But I believe you have your poetical ways to express things that matters 😁
doing my best hihi 😁
That’s already enough ☺️
I can't stand mushy gushy stuff but something about that touched me and didn't feel gross at all. Good job
Thank you, Sarah
Some loves do not arrive dressed for applause.They slip in quietly, like steam from a teacup left beside an open window.No performance. No glitter thrown for strangers.
Just warmth that stays.
Maybe some day I'll find that special person and be able to fall in love with her. But it's getting harder and harder the older I get. I'm 67 and haven't found it yet.... Rick The Truth Seeker
Or it will find you 🤍
It’s never too late for that
Exactly,
Thank you, Belinda !
This is absolutely beautiful…. true connection often lies in the small, consistent gestures rather than grand displays. ♥️
Thank you, Aaliya.
Grand displays are important too, but they can become a burden when repeated too often, I think
This is beautiful. Very calm and quiet like something that settles slowly in your chest and stays there.
Thank you, Farid ☺️.
That's a poem I hope to say to my sweet heart some day if I can allow myself to fall in love just once in my life time.
Just keep it up, it can happen anytime to you, bro
Thanks, Odell if that comment was meant for me…. Rick The Truth Seeker
Very good I meant*
I got it, but I do appreciate the effort to clarify it ✨😁
My usual autocorrector
That happens to me more than I could count. Autocorrector or the intensity of the moment (emotions)
That too yes
The funny thing is sometimes I realize it hours or even days after.
Not strange 🙃
This is calm and settling. Shows comfort. Dry good
Thank you, Sara ☺️
There’s such a gentle honesty in this poem, the kind that doesn’t try to impress but quietly tells you who he is.
I love how he admits his flaws without drama just a man aware of his limits and still willing to show up.
The contrast between flashy gestures and steady presence feels deeply real; he knows what actually lasts.
There’s something tender in the way he offers comfort warmth in winter, coolness in summer small acts that mean everything.
The little surprises feel sincere, not performative, like love expressed in everyday moments.
I love how he promises attention, listening, and support as lifelong gifts, not temporary efforts.
The image of building a foundation together, stone by stone, feels beautifully grounded and hopeful.
He’s not offering perfection, just consistency a love that doesn’t fade when life gets ordinary.
There’s a softness in his devotion that feels trustworthy, almost old‑fashioned in the best way.
By the end, you believe him completely: this is love meant to endure, not to dazzle.
I loved this poem. That's love. It doesn't have to involve grand gestures. It's the little things daily that matter. The quiet presence warms the soul.
This is beautiful ❤️