I sought a blank space
made of white
organized furious seething thoughts
you're not like that
perfect grace in this smoldering fire
I felt so tragic on my funeral pyre
imaginative fear
so profound
clouds of azzure overcame the heat
rains of castamere washed my feet
the warm drops tasting sugary sweet
reminding me of a time past
your lips carried the weight of the womb
stupendously terrifying
magnetically unique
as if our kiss was the first
and I prayed so very hard
that it would not be the last
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Beautiful love poem, well articulated and nicely brought forth from the heart. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Brandon and do remain enriched.