I'm not sorry
That I fell in love with you.
Blame it on a moon blue.
Or a sunset red
That we watched from our bed
Of promises,
Fragrant and new.
Blame a sonnet
That Shakespeare wrote.
Or a single note
Of a songbird
That flew.
A breath ,
That two romantics drew
A touch
Or a sigh.
A raging sea.
Hung with stars on high
That blew
Fiery kisses.
Yet, would softly drift by.
As clouds aloft,
That our arrow passed through.
Two hearts
That held hands
And grew.
Twin souls who
Walked sunstruck sands
And knew.
I'm not sorry
I carry a flame for you.
Blame old moonblue.
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Jan 23, 2013