Rooted in Love

Rose of dawn,
from her cheeks the fragrance
of a world bathed in wine.

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Guided by her scent
he wandered,
in the wind a butterfly

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Reading her skin –
letters soaking his lips,
a hot, fervent wine.

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Night is a river –
her dark hair flowing,
roaring with the stars.

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Howling winds –
like weeping flames
the piano notes shiver

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