Crimson


Love is crimson red. It's woven through your soul.
Your pumping heart, only fule's it more.
This fire started with a spark, and became a blinding light.
You tried to resist, you tried to hold strong.
Love, is equal to the power of god's.
Bringing the strongest of men to their knee's.
Lifting a woman up, as if floating on a breeze.
I choose not to be this wise.
Love, while beautiful can quickly turn to your demise.
On the turn of a dime, causing one to question their own mind.
Love being ripped from my being,with an absolute might.
Nothing knows the agony of this unendurable plight.
Loving is walking a razor thin line.

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