In All Its Glory Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

In All Its Glory



We Kissed each other in the storm
Submitting to the rain
Deep under Cupid's chloroform
Our love knew no refrain

We rolled about to cause a splash
A tète-a-tète of zest
The theatre of lightning flash
Infused our raging crest

We felt the sun arise with grace
Above the earth so slow
And saw the colors in our face
Blend in with the rainbow.

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Pasquale DiMeola

Pasquale DiMeola

Newark, New Jersey
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