a light and buttery shade
like sunshine on a dew-drenched morning;
the rosy, blushing hue
that stains a sweetheart’s cheeks;
for all the boasting about love
being strong and swift and powerful—
the gleam of gold, the spark of flames—
mine is softer, gentler,
sweet,
the warm glow of embers fading;
the lavender of sunset skies,
stretched wide over a beach
where two hearts met as one.
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