Sometimes I feel
that fate tempts me;
toys with my poetic mind
attempting to wilt my roses;
to rob me of my Spring fantasies.
Perhaps my dew-filled dreams
melt the ice
from your Winter symphony
and sweetness clings to strings
of your bleeding violin.
When darkness comes,
I shun the shadows
afraid that love will leave
and reality shatter my rainbow's end.
I visit you from a distance
enamored at the sight
of streaming emotion,
in beautiful whispers
filling my pores,
bumps rising on my skin,
but I never step close enough
to lose my breath.
















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