Bonded
The heart bleeds red in her dark desperate shove,
Beyond pain the thorns of hurt surrender to love;
Wild moments touched in warmth of the magic glove,
Youth and moon light play with the feathery dove.
Aroma of the soul rises in capture,
Petals as they float and fall free to mature,
Injected with the passion they choose to endure,
Charms precious desire to infuse and reassure.
Together as one this union will remain;
In life or death without physical restrain:
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