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Poet of Blossom

Love poems that touch hearts.

Step into the blooming world of Poet of Blossom, where every verse is a letter, a bouquet or a memory kept safe. From playful crayon-box promises to starlit longing and the quiet comfort of a shared umbrella, these poems gather love in all its colours, joyful, tender and sometimes sorrowful. Whether it is a rose given on Valentine’s Day or a hand held through a rainy farewell, each poem is a small window onto the heart.

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Preview edition. Poet of Blossom is still in progress. 9 of its 22 poems are the author's own, as read on the channel; the other 13 are drafts written in the author's style, marked Draft, and waiting for the author's review. The introduction and the 3-in-1 commentary are working drafts that are still being edited.

Introduction

Love is more than a feeling

Love is more than a feeling. It is a letter written by hand, a rose picked at its freshest, a shared umbrella in the rain. In its many colours, love turns ordinary days into poems, and small moments into keepsakes.

Poet of Blossom gathers these moments in verse. Some poems play like crayon drawings and playgrounds, while others ache like a night of stargazing alone. Each one is a journey: some drift gently like petals, while others weigh like a heavy season of sorrow. Beneath every line, warmth lingers, found in memory, in tenderness, and in the comfort of being held.

Through these pages, let love speak — not only in roses and sweet words but in the hush of a hand held through grief, where every heart has a flower waiting to bloom. Enjoy!

Contents

22 poems

Letter of the Heart

My dear, with a quill I write this letter to thee Woven with words of love, my beating heart…

Reddish of Roses

I've plucked the freshest of roses this Val, bloom with a color so reddish Their velvet petals…

Sips and Bite

Come, my love, let us sit together and take in the picturesque scenery Sipping dark wine, we…

Love Crayons

Our love is like a box of crayons Full of colorful feelings and passions beyond When we're…

Sweet Playground

Our love is like a playground we return to each day Where the fun and laughter never fade away…

Flower of Memories

As we strolled in the fields with songs of our diaries We sang so glee, under trees of cherries…

Stargazing

I recall a nightfall, to a time we held hands and gazed at stars so blue But now came a sad call…

Love Slows Sorrow

Indeed, it was the coldest of times Dark clouds hovered over us, and the rains fell to its prime…

Bloom

Love flows like water to soothe us and enriches our efforts Love also falls like fire to ablaze…

Draft

First Sight

It happened in the market where the oranges gleamed like gold, When your laughter through the…

Draft

The Letter I Never Sent

In the drawer beneath my diary lies a letter, folded small, It has travelled through the…

Draft

Coffee for Two

The morning kettle hums a tune while the sunlight fills the room, And two cups wait upon the…

Draft

Lanterns Across the Distance

You are a thousand miles away beneath a different sky, Yet the same moon lifts her lantern as we…

Draft

The Promise Ring

It was not made of diamonds, and it did not cost a fee, Just a band of humble silver that you…

Draft

Anniversary Rain

It rained upon our wedding day and rains upon this one, As if the sky remembered and was glad…

Draft

Vows Under the Mango Tree

Beneath the mango tree at the edge of our old street, We swore our vows in the shade where the…

Draft

The Porch Swing

There is a creaking porch swing where an old couple sit at eve, With their hands in one…

Draft

When You Forgive Me

I said the words that cut you, in a temper and in haste, And the silence after thundered in a…

Draft

A Lullaby for My Beloved

Sleep now, my love, the day is spent, the lamps are burning low, Let every weight you carried…

Draft

Sunday Bells and Your Hand

The Sunday bells were ringing when you slipped your hand in mine, And the church bench felt like…

Draft

Petals on the Doorstep

I woke to find a scattering of petals on the stair, A trail of pink and crimson drifting through…

Draft

The Seed We Planted

We planted a seed one April, in a pot beside the door, Not knowing what would flower or what it…