A Love As Real As They Come


everything is manufactured nowadays,

artificial and fabricated,

or so it seems.

but she.

she was handcrafted.

a hybrid of

natural rarity and pure magic,

gifted to her by what is divine.

you can’t find her on the shelves.

you wont see her through the windows.

her value more than the greed

that money can buy.

her worth more than that of

just window shopping.

her beauty revealing far beyond

the number of “likes” and “followers”.

a purpose, a soul, that

not just anyone can see,

not just so easy to feel and understand.

A type of rare architectural

structure that has heavily

consumed my vision.

blinding me with rapturous,


and yet lost,



to me, she feels like

one of those times where

you walk into a place

looking for something,

but you dont know what

it actually is that you are looking for…

and it could be…

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