A Love Story
Crimson gleams of lust
still holding to their stare
strewn wine glasses tossed
where passions last night spilt
lingering embers spark, igniting
dreams of an unfilled book
charred corners burn, urging
new chapters to be built
Lay down close to me
by the fire of my desire
clasp your hand in mine
take this solemn word and
lean in my direction
where whispers tell the truth
and heartbeats never lie
Sit with me and write
a story about love
where future's always will be
a tight held mystery
where two meld into one
and drift off
into the setting sun
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