As beautiful as a rose in Springtime,
so red of heart,
so intense of vibrant color.
Elegance beyond natures compare,
romance of midnight,
romance of the darkest hour.
Tastes of succulent forbidden fruit,
dripping down our chins,
dining in a field of crimson.
A kiss so intense of torrid fire,
it set ablaze our souls,
a flame of a believer's faith.
To bestow upon you a long stem,
the color of sanguine,
placed next to your heart. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
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