Love, In Metaphors is a book written for those who crave that soft poetic love, that isn't just lingering but consumes us, the kind where you wanna drown In their eyes full of love like the moth willing to be vanished In the fire. And here I write To the poets who had the audacity to write for their new muse even after burning all the poem they've written before<3 To my muse, who took my heart, and made me love like it's breathing. A love soft yet so aching you want it to swallow you whole, take you in. Where I wished to lose myself, my individuality, my everything I, Mey welcome you to the journey of Aahan and Evara where love is not just the softness but is the death bed where they willingly wanna lay down. Aahan never knew the poem he meant to burn will find their muse. Evara didn't know those coffees will linger someone else's smell, and she'll become a home for her poet