I heard this poem in a video today and it stunned me.. so beautifully said đź’›
“If you fall in love with their soul before you ever touch their skin, it’s real love. Skin is easy to crave, but the soul, that’s where the real hunger begins. To be drawn not just to their lips, but to the quiet between their thoughts. Not just to their body, but to the weight of their dreams. That’s intimacy. Anyone can touch skin, but few ever reach where it truly matters. Real love isn’t loud. It doesn’t burn fast and disappear. It lingers, a slow flame that stays even when the world turn cold. It’s when two souls dance long before their hands ever meet. When eyes write poetry before the lips ever do. When hearts recognize each other before anything else. That’s when touch becomes more than touch, it becomes a homecoming.” – Zen Neor
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