“In the house of lovers the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances.” Rumi

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I open the door to my fantasy house
Set on top of a hill inside my mind
It’s a sweet home
Filled with laughter, love…
& two halves of a whole
Swaying to the rhythm of their heartbeats
Whispered endearments on mingled breath
Stolen kisses between long glances
The morse code of adoration
~ author: me

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