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The Red of You
Poetry
you’re a bloom that caught me off-guard,
petals unfurling in a state of pure bliss,
and I found myself in your sly glance back,
that mischievous grin telling me more than words.
you’re a fine wine best sipped in small doses,
each taste lingering a tad on the tongue,
and I found myself in your heady thrills,
that laughter bringing shivers to my skin.
you’re a sky tinged with rose-colored clouds,
gusts of wind breezing through without fail,
and I found myself in your easy manners,
that voice of yours telling me to take warning.
you’re the fury without the follow-through punch,
always ready for a knockout blow without hurt,
yet I find myself hit again and again and again,
all because you’re the red that lights my blood aflame.
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