#The sound of love

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*I didn't know love could be heard
until I heard your laughter fill the room.
Is it really possible to love without knowing?
You know, when I saw you... it felt like I’d been waiting for you for centuries.
Sincerely, my time stopped spinning
when I looked into your eyes.
No, why did the world stop spinning?
But why did the clock in my heart stop too?
I didn’t know what else to say.

Your eyes captivate me.
The soft echo of your laughter cradles the silence of my world.
Your voice enchants me,
and your ways leave me speechless.
Are your lips trying to drive me crazy, or is it just an illusion?

You captivate me every moment.
My words fall silent near you,
as your laughter has become the sound of my love.
I even forget to breathe when you look into my eyes.
A single touch is worth more than a thousand poems.
Perhaps it’s too late.
Time conspires against me,
the clock doesn’t stop,
and with every second I type another letter,
you drift further away.

I hate doubts,
and so my heart has stopped writing poems
and begun composing songs.
Inside, it warms itself with beautiful orchestras,
and most of the themes carry your name.
There’s a rhythm in your steps that defies the chaos in me,
a comforting rainbow
that I chase after.
A foolish idea, as rainbows are nothing but illusions,
and I’m nothing but a fool in love.
There’s no difference
between fools in love
and children chasing pots of gold at the end of a rainbow.

Within my inner heart, I plead
for you to talk to me.
I want to hear all the good and the bad,
the new stories you have.
As I drift across the sky,
I create the rainbow,
which flies
with eternal grace,
living within your own heart.*

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and so my heart has stopped writing poems
and begun composing songs.
Inside, it warms itself with beautiful orchestras,
and most of the themes carry your name.```

I love this one so much!
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Wowwww ♥️♥️♥️

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Perfeito Rico ♥️ @brittle abyss

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I love the last stanza of ur piece the way the lines rhyme with each other and the way it closes this chapter in the hope of beginning another one together

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dawn jewel
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that was nice! I really enjoyed that!

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I like the rainbow analogy. very visual

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can I link you one of mine?

deep eagle
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What an incredibly beautiful poem! Completely filled with emotion, with a touch of the complexity of love—it’s impossible to read it without feeling each verse, each sentiment transformed into words or rather, into poetry.
The beginning is already a pure symphony of love: I didn’t know love could be heard until I heard your laughter fill the room.

This is such a simple yet profound declaration. Just reading it warms the heart. It feels as if, in that exact moment when the lyrical self hears the laughter of the beloved, they know it’s love—as if that feeling of love became tangible, or in this case, audible, haha. It’s as if, in that moment, they were certain that love is real, and the laughter became a connection between the two.
The image of time stopping when their gazes meet, along with the "clock" of the lyrical self’s heart stopping alongside the spinning of the world, and them questioning it, evokes a kind of "confusion"—that moment of feeling the "butterflies." But it also paints the picture that, when the lyrical self and the beloved meet, the world around them truly stops. Nothing else matters except them, and that moment. The fact that the lyrical self doesn’t know what to say conveys the sense that, in that instant, millions of thoughts rush through their mind—thousands of declarations of love—but it’s as if, with time frozen, the lyrical self is mesmerized, simply appreciating the beloved’s eyes.

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The second and third stanzas are beautiful, with the lyrical self confessing certain aspects of the beloved that attract and captivate them even more, like:
Your eyes captivate me.
The soft echo of your laughter cradles the silence of my world.
Your voice enchants me,
and your ways leave me speechless.
Are your lips trying to drive me crazy, or is it just an illusion?
You captivate me every moment.
My words fall silent near you,
as your laughter has become the sound of my love.
I even forget to breathe when you look into my eyes.

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This is so lovely and endearing; you can feel the lyrical self’s love for the beloved overflowing. But there’s also doubt. The idea that time might be conspiring against the lyrical self, or that perhaps the beloved drifts further away with every word written, creates an image that this immense love hasn’t yet been confessed. Despite feeling all of this, the lyrical self doesn’t know if the other person feels the same, because they haven’t voiced their feelings. This makes them feel as if time isn’t on their side. The metaphor of the clock that doesn’t stop contrasts with the earlier metaphor of time freezing. It’s as if the lyrical self wishes to freeze time so that the moments they’re together never end, or so they can summon the courage to say what they feel.
But the ending, with the image of the rainbow, is my favorite part. What a perfect metaphor! It carries this duality between hope and illusion. The lyrical self has this uncertainty about whether the love is real or not, much like a rainbow that is so beautiful yet intangible—which could be seen as an illusion. But I wouldn’t call the rainbow an illusion, because it’s composed of two elements: water and light. Just like love, which is composed of many aspects, some even taking on a kind of “physical form,” as described in moments like the beloved’s laughter.
The notion that fools in love are the same as children chasing pots of gold at the end of a rainbow is intriguing. But is there anything more beautiful and pure than chasing a dream—or, in this case, a love? The pursuit of either might seem like an illusion, but in the end, it can turn out to be as real as the colors of the rainbow itself.

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And the final desire, something so simple—the lyrical self wishing for the beloved to talk to them, to hear their stories, both good and bad (persona!!! 💙 )—adds a sense of lightness and hope. It’s the perfect ending to such a beautiful poem, as it shows that love isn’t about grand gestures, but about connection. Love is found in the small things, in the little details. Simply stunning—I loved it! SaberSaysPretty SaberSaysPretty 🌈

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HAHA THANK YOU BRO!

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AND YES

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PERSONA

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i see peoples long reviews and im like.....ya they summed it up pretty well .....SO NOW IMA DO THE ONLY THING that i can doh

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SLAYYYYY✨✨✨✨

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Its really slay...

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RICOOOOO

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THIS POEM IS SO PRETTY

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AAHHHHHHHHHHHHGHGHGH

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I LOVE IT

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IT'S AMAZING

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fickle token
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What a beautiful sound you have created! rain_is_INNOCENT NoizeLoves

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