The Real Kind

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We danced to the beat of the love in our hearts

The pulse in yours vibrated with mine, creating art

The swaying of our hips

As we lost each other in the sound

Of the music we created

But the sound was nowhere to be found

Interlocked and breathless

Connected by our lips

Not one note was spoken nor heard

From the music imprisoned in us by a kiss

Unable to capture the depth, the dream

Of love manifested into what we believed

Even though, as children, we are told love is fantasy

But seeing is believing

And love is what I'm feeling

Poetry by SaraWhere stories live. Discover now