Real Love

Real love, it's the way you talk to me,

you never let me leave without knowing how much you love me,

how much I mean to you.


Real love, it's the way you look at me,

you always give me those warm, loving eyes.

Seeing such passion makes my smiles so much brighter and sweeter.


Real love, it's the way you hold me,

such warm embrace, so welcoming and comforting.

You make me feel safe and secure in your strong yet gentle arms.


Real love, it's a job.

It's something that requires effort, trust, and respect.

Real love needs people who are willing to better one another,

make life more of the dream it's meant to be with that special someone.

Real love is hard to manage, but when done right,

it can become a paradise like no other.


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