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Dear eloquent weaver 
of woes and throes,
When the last 
 pewter petal of weary winter
falls as piercing prose,
placing star-kissed tulips
  between our 
poignant poems,
rewritten with 
  effervescent emotions,
remember,
   not every periwinkle 
    verse composed 
from pain 
is in need of 
   comprehension,
for your 
  miraculous ink 
bleeds metaphors
of burning angst,
that flutters rainbow 
powdered dust upon 
buttercups and daisies 
  in my poetic pen,
bestowing assonant 
  vowels whirling as 
fairies on 
  your selfless fingertips,
along fragrant flowers
in a forgotten 
   field of forever~
orchestrating 
   electrifying rhapsodies, 
where nylon strings 
of broken 
  silence thrum 
magnetic moments 
   of soulmates.

So, allow me 
to rephrase the sadness
that became 
  my whole sky, 
repaint graphite horizons,
 in silver 
  selenite reveries~
unraveling light 
  to rewrite our tale with 
crimson fire across
   cranberry cloud lines. 
Whilst, I question 
  the angels of 
mellow mulberry twilight, 
what if love 
  was a thornless rose, 
will I still splatter
  rushing reds of 
this helpless heart 
across redolent canvases?
what if 
   lilac lilies 
    f l o a t i n g across 
lost lakes never 
  forget to sprout 
sonnets of sunsets?
will I see reflections 
  of misery I’ve inflicted,
through your eyes
   that gleam in hints of 
daunting dusks 
  endlessly within 
ripples of 
  russet memories,
or would I be seeing
   vivid fantasies of 
you and I?

What if demons 
that drive this vessel 
change their tune?
will you still 
feel the vehemence of 
heat streaming
through blue-black
   stars seeped in my 
      bruised veins?

If only 
the sun can 
   rhyme with the moon,
maybe, cosmos 
  with calligraphic scriptures
    of us will always sparkle~
as scintillating sapphire 
gems adorned
  with amethyst trinkets,
amidst the darkness that 
  seems more promising, 
when all hope 
is abandoned,
  but faith lingers, 
unbound to whats left 
  of our bittersweet reality,
for my soul, 
  still sings your 
    seraphic song,
and there’s no 
  music nor melody 
without the 
  magical symphony 
of your 
  alluring name,
because of 
  all the lives we lived,
this is my 
  favorite remedy;
glazed in 
tangerine temptations 
  over iridescent tears.

Yours,
beloved inked stem 
for a thousand 
   springs and more..
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