Blood swirls through
from the heart to your veins
Only to cycle afresh and anew.
~*~
Its sanguine scent
while heady and sweet
colors scarlet the bitter brew.
~*~
Risen by the call
of your heart’s heavy beat
and the splash of tears you’ve let slip.
~*~
Returned, I have
though my spectral presence
lades your soul with dread.
~*~
While it may be
that I am no more
Romance itself is never dead.
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