True Love
When we talk her voice careeses my entire being, her words ring in my ear as a melodious song.
As I gaze upon her image I feel her embrace my soul, without a word her demeanor speaks volumes.
Taken back by her beauty, My breath has become ragged, my pulse quickens.
Bittersweet is our encounters as I have never held her, kissed her or even looked upon nothing more than a reproduced image of her.
Triumpantly I am content; for I now know exactly how true love feels.
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