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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