A Purple Heart

How much more red, can a heart be Till when will the heart not be the sea How long does it take to believe 'I love you' and set your soul at ease. She was young and so much younger for her age So I stared and stared for nights and nights And finally a pen was on a page The delicacy of love and its fragility high I caressed softly the words between the lines. And there, there where my fingers found air to breathe Was a poem composed, the stanzas and the rhymes It spoke of her entices and her hellish temper Not that romantic of words to chose upon The aura around her was unkind and yet so warm. This one had a halo She had a heart and a soul She had horns This one had hooves and fangs And wings of no color. She was divine And she was evil.