Love Letter From the Soul Iv
My Dearest Passion,
It is in the rich aromas of red
swirling the recesses of this mind
timeless, with hints of berry
lingering upon my tongue
a tongue that longs to taste
a different type of fruit
spun with delicate balance
energetic but unhurried
rich and full of zeal
hidden
amongst eyes,
daunting and fierce
procuring the night
illuminating stars,
holding my gaze
so effortlessly
I melt
every time your bangs
brush my bough
resuscitating the recluse of my heart
ramble with me
thru chapters laid ahead
ignite the ink, we blend
we bleed
on roads unkown
writing happiness til
existence fatefully end
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