It’s The Real Thing

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’re apart.

I never thought that I’d ever get caught
by love’s labyrinth of bliss,
but the feelings I feel are so radically real
love can’t 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’s no worse feeling when it’s gone.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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