Real calls out real
My heart is like a chariot rode by 40 horses,
Every word you say is like a lightning bolt running down my spine,
Piercing through every core.
All I thought was a secret,exposed-
Now initiated into the cult where all secrecy lie,
As I take the walk by your side,
On this narrow path beside you,
Truth rumbles in my mountain
And the touch of your hands creates a fountain,
The gravitational forces
Connecting us across the void,
This is too real not to treasure
Lost in the valley of lost treasures,
I found you
With eyes as beautiful as the moonstone
With a smile as bright as the stars of the night,
The taste of your lips purely divine ,
Your scent dines in my olfactory bulb.
How can you not be real?