In crimson hues, a girl in red attire,
A dress that hints at passion's fierce desire,
Yet on her finger, bloodstains darkly trace,
A secret tale, a mark of love's embrace.
Her beauty, like a rose in full bloom's grace,
Conceals the pain within, the hidden space,
For love can be a thorny path to tread,
With passion's flames, and tears of love's thread.
The juxtaposition of her dress and stain,
Reflects the human heart's enduring pain,
In poetry, we find the power to explore,
The depths of love, the mysteries we implore.
The written word, a vessel for the soul,
In verses, stories, feelings find their goal.
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Comments (1)
This was so amazing! I loved it!