The roses are red,
red with blood,
painted by lovers,
who dreaded the love

They gave each one,
a flower of love,
but all was received,
was a heart all clubbed

Day by day,
night through night,
both lovers would dream,
for love to be true

As their world was,
hatred to feelings,
but tales and legends,
were filled with the expression

They dreamed and dreamed,
these two lovers of birds,
of hearts that flow,
and clouds that bloomed

Across the sky,
swayed a fairy light,
glooming the dark sky,
with pinches of pink and white

A fairy of color,
unbelieved by many,
flew across the dark blue sky,
with courage of love

Fast this light went,
with everyone at awe,
turns it took,
to reach its pace

The lovers of two,
with broken hearts,
sat with sad eyes,
in woods full of fear

The cupid afoot,
spot the lovers of two,
with their hearts bleeding,
of sadness and gloom

The arrows on back,
gleamed in light,
of pureness in heart,
and a bow so light was ready to strike

The Cupid pleased,
to play his game,
his hands all tight,
and his dice was played

And from far ahead,
the couple who gloomed,
sat a foot apart,
with their lips all part

A word never spoken,
and sparks never tinkling,
the cupid of love,
saw that they needed to touch

With his hand,
bend over to his back,
an arrow was outstretched on the horizon,
and his bow was strung

Quickly it flew,
light as a feather,
striking the man,
with a pinch of heaven

The man abounced,
by the sudden touch,
swayed to his right,
to look at an angel

And, there he saw,
twinkles of eyes,
glaring at him,
and a smile so shy

The man,
adazed by the beauty he saw,
felt a thump, thump,
in his little heart

A butterfly,
so yummy,
flew around,
his tummy

Breathing in him,
feelings unwelling,
a dash of pink,
lit her eyes

She turned to see her lover amissed,
glaring at her with deep crystal stars,
she suddenly felt a tingle,
of mingles

A smile of miracles,
spread across their faces,
a touch of the hand,
sewn by pink laces

The Cupid of love,
full of pride and glory,
gleamed bashfully,
at the sight of his art

And there the horizon,
painting the sky red,
as the sunset fell,
with butterflies in bed

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