Petals Of Pain

Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart, tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night, my love gleamed with an enticing glow, reflected in the sequins of your subtle grace. In my psyche I felt the tempting touch of your intangible mesmeric charisma, but you sauntered away from my entranced sight like the autumn cloud across my dream sky. From the threshold of my desire reverie your footprints disappeared, I didn’t know where. With the turquoise thread of lingering longing, I weaved the filigree of fantasy in my dream. From the ebony edge of the night of despair storm clouds surged with thunder of tearing strife, splintered my dream, dispersed in debris, as my valentine turned into a gory whirlwind. I heard the squelch of submerging sorrow nearing my heart stealthily once again, resonated the lilt of lilac pulsation, with the unheard echo in the sensory veins. The miasma of melancholy enveloped the shattered landscape of longing. The sigh of its drifting desolation trailed the dissenting resonance of remoteness. Suffused with the diffused drizzle of my fading love at somber sunset, you disappeared beyond the gloomy garden, once a desire den of our delightful days. Your departing kiss turned into a nibble, as like a vampire you stinged my emotive rose. Its purple petals of bloody pain made a wreath for the wreckage of my broken heart.