Real Love

Hey everyone, I’m not a poet by any means, but I was feeling inspired, so I thought I’d switch it up.

“Real Love”

He is

Sweet kisses on the neck,

The fresh scent of rainfall on dry soil,

a warm hug.

He is

the sound of beautiful melodies

that speak to my


joy in the hearts of children at the start of summer,

soft touch of hands

around my waist.

He is sunrise.

I am sunset.

He is a

wonder in my world.

A world within my fantasies.

He is not real, but

I am

ready, worthy, and able

to let real love enter my life.


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