the romance junkie's act of propaganda

The pleasure and relish of combining two souls to one; sharing the exact thoughts and sentiments, the surge of security when one's there, the absence of others with one's presence, the eyes that depict more than the mouth could tell, hearts skipping the same beat, the warmth that engulfs the heart and melts it, no tell for time, bitter is sweet, life is worthy of one's devotion, the world shrinks and revolves between them, pandemonium and cacophony are non existent, tranquility and assurance, an inch away, poetry's a secret only one can tell, art is a form of constriction, made for only two, confinement is never illegal yet advised, a replica of Prince Charming, only better, the moments weren't screened, only captured, and for the rest of their lifespan, they live happily ever after.

Escapade from reality, or a fantasy in reality?