She came like the sunset, casting her light on the shore, a unbridled angel in poems of valentine lore. A kiss that held Apocalypse upon her angel lips, a silhouette of heaven swaying the morning with her kiss. Her eyes held a passion of a winter set to flame, the vision of my heartbeat pulsed with the echo of her name. The nature of her world is the Eden of my heart, our souls entwined in valentine beneath the howling stars. I still feel the crimson moon filtering through the storm, a twilight feigned in passion evermore. The scene of promise painted on the canvas in my veins, the sweetest ink of love etched her beauty upon the rain. A moondial cast a eternity where time would stand still, a frozen waterfall of nightshade passion on love's window sill. I remember the words as I close my eyes and cradle my love evermore, the spoken words of my heart written in the scriptures of Valentine lore.
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