Amidst The Amorist Hues
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture40m
Dernière publication mer., juin 18, 2025
You burn the wildest flame in my heart,
I never knew, where it was at the start.
Slowly and gradually my soul chased your presence,
Overwhelmed, whenever it smells your fragrance.
The passion in my eyes ignites for you,
And I witness many amorist hues.
Theft had been done, long long ago,
My heart, once mine, now God knows where did it go.
Stuck in the patterns of the emotions,
That unfolds out of the journey in varied motions.
Twisted tales of love it is, unleashing a perplexed journey,
A journey that continues till eternity.
Oh, and those brawn hued eyes,
How can someone look into them and NOT feel butterflies?
The visage that radiates the crimson sheen,
Turns out meaner than it's supposed to mean.
Mean, as in stealing hearts and hanging them,
Mean, as in taking me just to another realm.
You're so precious, so fine,
Save the fact that you're mine.
I hope soon you cherish me the same way,
If not, I hope regardless of everything, I love you less than tomorrow more than yesterday.
SEQUEL OF MAYBE JUST MAYBE
Began - 14th April 2025
Conclude - [--]
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