Real/Art

The art we make,
It’s real not fake,
Not ever imagination.

Never created for a lens,
No cash changing hands,
True love’s divine resurrection.

Forever, our souls,
These poems have told,
What our true meaning is.

Here, in heart’s support,
In concert, our rapport.
Until the next time we can kiss.

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