A Romantic Evening “Poem”

That Evening was Shakespearean

When the sun sets at a farr off sea

A moon face comes before my sight

I was blind and now I see colors

Butterflies ran in my thoughts

My chest burst open into a star

I watched her biting lips full of lust

A lighting strike me dead

Like Lazarus I was raised from the dead

A stream of passionate love run thru my veins

All is red and nothing less

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