It’s The Real Thing - Poem by Orlando Belo
This isn’t a rainbow that’s out of reach,
or a castle floating in the air.
This is the real thing, a serous love,
and not a hit, and miss affair.
This isn’t a chance at a desperate romance,
it’s love, real love, from the heart.
It’s new, it’s fresh, it’s pure happiness,
and it hurts whenever we are apart.
I never thought that I would get caught
by love’s labyrinth of bliss.
The feelings I feel are so profoundly real,
love cannot get any better than this.
It’s completely insane, with its joy and pain,
but the two go together as one.
It teases and torments, with its emotive elements,
but there is no worse feeling when it’s gone.
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