To have loved
To have kissed
Just as the days of spring
Brings the sweetness of the rains
To the roses and its thorns
That crush within my palms
And are lost to the breeze
Cherished deeply in that moment
Yet forgotten too quickly
As the blinking of the star
That shoots across my heart
Like the archer of Sagitta
That seduces the higher realms
Where time nor space exists
Where we embrace beyond the nebulas
Beyond the cycles of suffering
Lost to the violet light
Of our highest passions
Just as love has always existed
As an eternal Spring Rose



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