poetry

you flow through my mind
as if your an unwritten song
the passion that we bind
can only be set apart so long
our words produce passion untold
setting free the feelings inside
unraveling a truth rarely seen
something majestic is what we behold
together we peacefully confine
our flaws are silently keen





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