Two roses to be found.
Beautiful, even perfect, infront of HER on the ground.
Fireworks in any realm, light up for ocean green eyes.
Encouraging hot breathing and soft sounding sighs.

Butterflies in the skies (and in HER belly).
A lionspaw as a promise (HE makes HER legs feel like jelly).
HIS nick-name tattooed on HER left arm.
HIS eyes strike HER each time like lightening, so stunning and warm.

Red fire burning hot and nearly deadly.
Turning into white light, so very brightly.
Sweat rolling down - being the spice.
Once more...try your luck, Narcissus! Roar for your 'Echo' (of) an angel, who might regurn...roll the dice!
Stalemate; you ARE lucky, it is not too late!

Transformation from RED into WHITE.
SHE knows, HE is the salty knight. A Guardsman, leisurly pasing by; soft feathers, an Atavian.
In another realm a Pixie-Divine; lovely cake; little crumbs on HER spine.
Smart (<-- ass//slip-->) knots gaining speed. Beware! SHE IS weed.

The Hippocampus was made for HER; HE then turned into the SUN.
Yet, HIS mask has never fit; HE could never escape HER seeing HIM nor could HE run.

SHE loves HIM in any realm and '4eva'.
So, may you all see and...perhaps...also...ask: Is this the end?
No, Ser. Neva!!!

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Aeguary, in the year 893 AF.