A passionate forbidden fire,
Flames in me, as I'm not with him.
Blazes of true angry fury,
Burn in me, as I am with him.
Hell beats in my heart, around him.
Blood cries in my heart, without him.
Rubies and roses, gifts of love,
Received and thrown away, I know.
I still hold onto sweet cherries,
Returned to me with love, somehow.
Be peppermint or pepper flakes?
Hot or cold? Spicy just the same.
Passionate or not or maybe,
Love which is sexy, cannot tame.
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Colornnets
PoetryColor+Sonnets=Colornnets Color is not all about image. Color has a feeling. Color is alive. Read about the life of colors.
