Love Grows Even Stronger
Blue skies are bruised purple,
as a storm approaches me.
And the Gods evoke thunder,
furious at what they see.
I’ll not cower to their rage,
to do so would be tragic.
For love grows even stronger,
when it’s rooted in magic.
Warping my reality,
I pulled you through a portal.
And as myth morphed into real,
a mermaid was made mortal.
With the heat of passion's flame,
hope forged flesh onto bone.
And fashioned a fantasy,
so I’ll never be alone.
I conjured you from a dream
and yet my love remains true.
For neither heaven nor hell
has claim to my soul like you.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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