Crimson Poem, by Alan R, at My poetic side

I mix it a little with my life force

Then it gets a burning crimson shade

Then I spread it across all infinity

That’s how, darling, my love is made

You are not ready, no one is

My tired hands are always unsure

And yet the bright red color burns

Tearing through my deepest core

The canvas is sore, my eyes bleed

I stare at you with hope and fear

I don’t know what I’ve freed this time

What do you say, may I love you my dear?

-Al

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