When they see us,
A couple of things run through their minds.
The physical beauties we possess,
Would be their qualification to the unity of our romantic world.
But for what is underneath our skins,
The qualities they'll never get to see,
The magnets to both our souls.
How we speak with no words,
How we get each other despite the physical touch,
How we adore each other's divine moments.
I'd love for them to embrace this side of us,
But it's no doubt they ever will,
Giving us all the reasons to enjoy each other privately.
For it's best when they know not some of these things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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