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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here, I scribble a letter to the rhapsodical rose, dipping my quill in stardust that slips like a violet waterfall from the tips of white oak trees. These marigold orbs shine with shimmering streaks of sugar coated mist, as I twist my palm and breathe in the lavender light of kismet, while tender tulips soothingly sleep upon the sweet seeds of nostalgia. O Mi Amour, our lambent love is but a succulent sea full of stars, where buttercup boats sail in emerald evanescence and gentle lulls of champagne waves kiss those scarlet shells of secrets, echoing with vibrant whale-songs. Can you feel the mulberry bluebells chiming as I glide on pistachio plateau of promises? Am I your soulful dynasty, just as you are my star-spun Prince descended from the eden, my healer from charismatic realms and my last lachrymose wish? You're a museum of art for the moon-shaped chimera of peonies painted with hazel silk and this chameleon danger holds no manifestation in our foreign folklore, because when the last dewdrops dance with sunlight, holographic memories of 'You and I', will forever remain alive in the tamarind tales of watercolor wildflowers. So, when the jinxed icicles cut me with their silver sword, spring shivers in snowy meadows and the sun sets along the horizon of our ruffled story, you'll always hear these husky notes of my exotic scents lingering in ivy laced rains and falling upon the graffiti of your ruby bones. You'll eternally hear celestial serenades, singing in raspberry language of our incensed love which will erase the acetone sadness of my unwritten absence and those crimson ribbons of violin's ode will spin our saga around those slaty branches of bitter destiny.
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