They say love is blind,
and I wonder if it's true.
The stories where lovers,
have never seen each other,
yet are surprisingly able to,
sense each other's presence,
through their magnetic scents,
and the beats of their hearts,
follow the same rhythm.

The kind of love where two souls,
experience the deepest form of intimacy,
simply by sharing a few words
and it's not the hands, but the eyes
that speak louder.

The love where he is her world
and she is his muse
and they dance while looking into each other's eyes
to The Mystery Of Love by Sufjan Stevens
as the soft rain envelops the air with petrichor.
The love where music brings them close
and keeps them together for life.

The love where they cannot see the world
yet feel it when sitting close to each other
and listening to Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez
with one earphone in his ear
and her wearing the other.

The love that can effortlessly sense
the presence of a lover through sound
and the faces never make a difference
since the hearts are bound.

The love that knows
no boundary called vision.
The love where ego draws
no line of division.
A love so pure
that it is felt through thoughts.

The love where he has never seen
her face and neither has she
yet they've created vivid images of each other
in their artistic minds
with such love and purity
as if they're the world's most beautiful beings
in each other's eyes.

A love so old school
that it is defined by cards and letters.
A love so old school
where trips to museums and libraries are romanticized.
A love so old school
where dancing in the rain is glorified.

The kind of love
where he cannot read
yet he often visits libraries with her
and flips through pages of her favorite books
only because it's her favourite thing to do.

The kind of love
where he cannot see
yet he goes to museums with her
as she admires soulful artwork
and he admires his favorite masterpiece.

The kind of love
where he was lost within the darkness
and so was she
but then he found her
and so did she
and every wound they had turned into
a bittersweet memory.

The love where their sights weaken
but their eyes don't lose the spark of love
The love where years pass
but the lovers don't get tired of each other
The love where they refuse to let go
and refuse to fall in love
in every birth
until they find each other.
~sk


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