Flirting with my demons is like a wild cat gambling in a casino.
It’s fun, reckless, irresistible.
It’s thrilling, it hums with danger,
until curiosity, as it always does, catches the cat.
Flirting carries consequences.
You lose everything when you forget the promise you once made to walk away.
Therefore sometimes a promise of foreverness gets fractures into foreneverness,
a storm of uncertainty, like fallen trees
too weak to stand against the wind.
Now gone.
I memorized your metaphors, by immortalizing your Mona Lisa smile,
with the majestic violin tone of your voice,
softly, igniting wildfire graffiti of butterflies of kisses continue to continue to flutter and glow throughout my heart and soul.
A promise of foreverness
You shared with me our wedding day
From the throes of our Springtime bliss
That bore the offsprings of our love-
Through Summertime maturity,
Love, polished as a sparkling jewel
That grew most brilliant through the Fall-
Alike the brittle, weathered leaves.
Now, in the Winter of our lives,
We stay our balance, hand in hand,
And count the blessings we still share
As the promise of foreverness lives on.
A promise of foreverness we found
when sensual dreams ask our hearts to yield
and bow before an angel's tender sound
that pours from lover's lips that are unsealed
we'll seek the beauty of our love's desire
obtain spellbound ardor of surrender
as the world fades softly in our fire
our souls find warm kisses soft and tender
this love that stirs our soul will now confess
with gentle sighs that only lovers know
we'll find the voice of yearning we possess
to cause our eyes of love to softly glow
There is no end to love so pure and true
My eternal love I have spent with you
Today is similar to yesterday,
Quite possibly a preview of tomorrow,
Repetition of sameness,
Highlighting moments of miracle.
In the foreverness of time
In the blossoms fall sublime
I shall devote myself to thee
This vow from bended knee
As grey and blue skies blend
I shall be your rainbows end
To dance the colours bold
With you my pot of gold
And under the calling moon
Before your feet I'll swoon
And the stars shall utter love
As we lie the clouds above
The winds will whispers carry
As desire and passion marry
And Venus shall cast her spell
On the sated sheets we dwell
So before your heart I stand
To pledge my soul, my hand
I shall devote myself to thee
With the gift of my sincerity
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