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When your gaze found mine #lovepoem #surrealpoem #poetrydaily

When your gaze found mine, the whole world swayed, As if the earth had missed a hidden beat; The sunlight suddenly grew unafraid, Then melted like warm gold around my feet. I tried to look away, but something stayed, A trembling little universe in you; My eyes became two doors I could not close, And every secret seemed to wander through. I felt my cheeks turn roses in the rain, A sudden fire underneath my skin; The stars began to whisper my sweet shame, While little suns kept blooming from within. Your eyes were not just eyes, they were a place, A strange blue room where gravity was gone; I wandered through the silence of your gaze And somehow lost the person I was on. My heartbeat stumbled, then forgot its name, It ran barefoot through corridors of light; I blushed as though the moon had called me beautiful, Then hid my face from heaven's watching sight. The trees leaned closer, jealous of the view, The flowers opened wider just to see; Even the wind became unusually shy, As thoug...
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The love you pretend to give #lovepoetry #freeverse #heartbreak #breakup

You held my hand with borrowed warmth,
Eyes rehearsed, smiles well trained,
Every word sounded like devotion,
Yet carried the echo of something feigned.

You played the part so confidently,
As if truth had no right to speak,
Loving me loudly in public scenes,
While sincerity grew thin and weak.

But I noticed the pauses, the distant gaze,
The affection timed, the care on cue,
Love doesn’t calculate when to appear.
And that’s how I knew it wasn’t you.

So hear this now, a call for change:
Do not offer hearts you cannot give.
Deception may imitate love for a while,
But truth decides how we truly live.

And know this too—I’m not in love,
Not with the version you tried to be.
My heart has learned the sound of real love,
And it speaks a different language to me.

I’ve found someone whose love doesn’t perform,
No masks, no scripts, no need to pretend.
They love me in silence, in effort, in truth
And that’s where my heart will remain, in the end.


© 2025 Gloria Penelope

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