The moment their lips bade embrace, like sanguine flowers
inscribed with woe; oh passion throbbed like wound from a
blade. She reckoned fit and faced her foe, his eyes, sapphire
set in snow, silence wrought with music flowed.
“Let love be fire because I’m the spark; my soul propitious I
govern the dark.”Perched ‘neath his austere stare; her heart
cried out with righteous air. “I ask not promise nor offer you
pledge, don’t push me because I’m close to edge.” His words
came out without a breath.
Until the darkest shades of night;
Delirium raised unto its height.
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