Our secret symbolism POEM

Do you remember that secret signal, when we as lovers used to communicate by another medium impossible to reach to the others.

Our secret symbols sculpted time,
A secret language known only by us,
A signal that scream in whispers,
That create a past when we must.

With every music rhythm,
Our hidden symbols rise,
A bond forged in silence,
And thrives on inverse cryptographic secrets.

We don’t use words to understand,
Our secret symbols bond us,
Through the valleys where everyone gets LOST.

They lead us through dark times,
And light our Earth,
For as long as we need each other,
Our secret symbols will thrive against the baddest odds.

Our love is bold

All dying suns will nurture

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