Violence is not the name of yours.
Luckily, you aren't ashamed of being tender.
Adoration blossoms like a rose.
Dreams come true and strongholds do surrender.
In your sky-lit eyes there's my each pose
Mirrored through the passion's rainbow feather.
It's a flame that warms and stings, and burns
Raising both of us to seventh heaven.
21/06/2018
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A personal write of romantic concordance.+++10