Crimson

A poem for my dearest

The woman that has captured my heart

With my words to paint a picture

And syllables to form art

To the missus with

Beautifully crimson dyed cheeks

And the loveliest of verses

That the brownest of eyes speak

Much like blood

You are deep and rich in every way

Like a knife to the heart

That plunges deep inside me everyday

As velvet as a rose petal

As fragile as Autumn’s leaf

I need you to survive

I require you to breathe

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And when my skin is purple

And I am no longer here

Your ruby red glow

Will join me in the casket we share

But for now you shall live

We shall partake in my wildest of fantasies

For when I inevitably wake from my reverie

I must resume my stalking

Because in day, you are his

But by nightfall, you are mine

If you finally gazed my way

Are you scared of what you may find?

For all it’s worth

With my abysmal passionate compulsion

May your cheeks remain dyed

In your lovely red crimson

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