The snow falls out on a field once a different hue
What is now white, was before purple with wildflowers.
Is it the death of beauty,
Or did the life just get replaced?
Is this a deadly beauty,
Or sinful signs of weakness?

Beauty will harm, as well as boon.
Benefits with each, you will learn in the end.
As long as death hasn’t come.

If (according to the Greeks) women were created for evil,
Then how can you surpass the allegation?
Nothing evil can come from beauty so radiant.
Radiating mind-bullets!
The only remotely close agent of evil,
Even this is used for good,
To keep me in check and alive.

Amazing!
It’s amazing how what i’m saying, just flows out,
Of this pen as an extension of my subconscious,
Or conscious, who knows?
I just don’t know what it all means yet.
I guess you just have to let go,
Feel with no restraint.
Like when i’m with you,
And feeling your thoughts,
As well as my own.

Connecting on a level,
Only nothing can describe.
Can Love bee thee answer?
Can Love describe this link?
This thing can just be Love.
Love is what i feel between us,
No words need to be exchanged.

We have no idea how deep it goes,
Oblivious to our own true feelings,
Harnessed deep within.
Would it extinguish the flame,
Of the candle that once had burned so bright?

Let’s not find out,
Keep it the way it works.
I Love You!
And that’s all that matters.

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