For Rose

The sky bleeds
A pink scent,
The rock pleads
To our ascent.

The cold climate
Shakes our bodies,
Your shy wit
Has stars' copies.

To combat cold,
We kiss and cuddle,
Your passionate hold
Turns woe to muddle.

Summer's sorrow
Never existed,
Affection hollows
The pains listed.

Our hungry desire
To merge into one
Burns faster than wildfires
On the run.

We slowly melt
Into each other's arms,
The pain we've felt
Transforms into charms.

Separate but one,
Our soul wallows
With the sun's
Love it swallows.

Our kiss rings
Throughout corpses,
Growing wings
To fly through courses.

Falling into passion,
Our kiss bonds souls,
Recreating fashion
Of cataclysmic black holes.

Destruction is all he knows,
So I will violently erase
And viciously dispose
What is written in space.

Examples of my love,
Whether you know or not,
Are held strictly above
This poetic thought.

So I'll wait soon enough
Until we hold hands,
Then, again we'll buff
Your starry dreamlands.

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