Moonblue. Poem by Kevin East

I'm not sorry
That I fell in love with you.
Blame it on a moon blue.
Or a sunset red,
That we watched
From our bed
Of promises.
Fragrant and new.
Blame a sonnet
That Shakespeare wrote.
Or a single note
Of a songbird,
That flew.
Perhaps
A breath that two romantics drew,
Simultaneously.
A touch
Or a sigh.
A raging sea.
Hung with stars
On high
That blew
Fiery kisses,
Yet would softly drift by
As clouds aloft.
That our arrow passed through.
Into
Two hearts
That held hands
And grew.
Twin souls who walked
Sunstruck sands,
And knew.
I'm not sorry
I carry a flame for you.
Blame old moonblue.