Love Poem: A Start But This Could Be My End
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A Start But This Could Be My End

an introduction written upon her wall even in the darkness sparks struck where one could see it all blood of man chalice'd leaching out a dying hand sacrosanct in stature soliloquies of structure unscripted pure nobility freeing fixture infused upon a crux of more than mere mortal whim flirtatious notes passed in passings tongues aflutter no flight full of fight words afeather the wind in a creative oper'anda open wounds salved cremated a'will within the calm present teased locks flow muscles tensed plucking the verity of harm, strength, armor battles yet to come snug senses save thru the fall the harvest moon aglow hanging out true arms need for her only a heart to warm the cold of man