Like a raging fire straddling the soul, emphatic and pure
Her love seemed endless. Restless. Relentless.
As she looked in his eyes and thought about all the times he’d brought her flowers, pulses of anger and rage flashed in the forefront of her mind.
Lovingly craving his attention.
Lovingly weary of retention.
Lovingly feeling the tension of constantly fearing his detection by rivals who give him love and affection…
How can she deal with this conflict. How can she remove all feelings but her love for him.
How can she make her love for him pure.
The only way is to preserve him.
Keep him as he is now so he won’t ever be taken away
Keep him as he is now so he won’t ever be taken away…
Keep him as he is now so he won’t ever find a way to discredit her love for him
…
It’s okay. The glistening red only beautifies him
Its staining the flowers around him. They’re all roses now, I’m sure it was his best seller
From now until eternity, you’ll always be mine.
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