Like Pearl Harbor it came,
A surprising burst of emotion, tangerine joy,
Her hair, haute chocolate,
Laugh like luminous moons,
Bright, lively, racing rubies in me.
What voodoo broke me of the spell?
What got me out of that paradiso inferno, that Hell?
It seems so obvious now, like Fujiyama,
Or silver ice on the ground.
Essential heart beat.
Life and joy are contradictions without her.
Not a one man show anymore.
Every cliché proven right,
I get those songs now,
All that live jazz and… yeah.
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very nice. i think red heads are particularly good at valentine's day poems. what do you think? I like the first stanza the best. a laugh like luminous moons is a very cool image indeed.
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