Do you know what is real?
It’s the tap on the shoulder
You feel the weight when it’s there.
It’s the fingers entwining
A grip that doesn’t easily let go.
It’s the smile you witness
Intentionally shown in front of you.
It’s those words that you hear
Coming from somewhere close.
It’s when you walk along
And you have to slow down,
Or it’s when you complain
That you can’t walk as fast.
It’s when you get to say a lot of things
And at the same time you’re happy listening.
It’s when a face occupies your mind
Anytime, anywhere, and you don’t stop.
My heart is real.
My love is real.
And you know what else is real?
She is real.
Your love for her is real.
What she is and what she'll be
Is everything I will never be.
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