Everyone writes love poems.
But I don’t believe in love poems.
Because it’s not possible to capture the moment
When hearts flutter in time to the music of two minds,
Two mouths saying more in silence than words ever could in rhymes,
Two imperfect bodies perfected in one embrace,
Pulses beneath fingertips: a tangible race
Of blood beneath skin
Of adrenaline and
Love poems just
Cant capture
This.
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