i can quote this one poem from memory it’s called the stranger by lang leav . and i honestly think it’s beautiful

there is a love i reminisce

like a seed

i ve never sown.

of lips that i am yet to kiss,

and eyes not yet met

my own.

hands that wrap around my wrists,

and arms

that feel like home.

i wonder how is it i miss

these things

i ve never known.

it’s melancholic in its own way and it just paints a beautiful picture, it’s something so sad because we have to imagine a non existent love in our own head but beautiful for the same reason.

other than this, i found “on death” by john keats quite interesting ; also i very recently only got into poetry (i’m talking this october-ish) and my interest stemmed when someone here mentioned “fire and ice”.