The only language of lovers is touch
The only poetry in love
Is made by the bodies
Of two suddenly fluent souls,
Joined together in heart and mind.
Manifesting the union
In their actions.
A lingering kiss.
An unbreakable embrace.
So powerful
As if all emotion
Has been transferred straight from
The heart
To the fingertips.
It rises and falls like the tide
Love does.
The feeling of grandiosity
Of intoxication
Wanders inside you
Forever.
And there in your heart
The words will be forever etched.

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