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That first night,

Under the docile lavender-fumed skies,

You were newsworthy,

A quake making the Richter scale

Wince as you directed your eyes,

With their grains of sapphire and jade,

The halo of your iris,

To pierce my dark flint marbles.



You sparked a fire of infatuation

In my eye

And a thundercloud of peroxide rain

In my heart,

To bleach away the dark

In the distance of my mind.

A zephyr of that indescribable genre,

Found only in those fairytale romance books,

Took the mangled remains of my memories

And carried them up, up, and away.



You are a scholar of ways

To make me:

Smile;

Sing off-key and not be embarrassed;

Tell you all my secrets;

And

Make me feel treasured again

By putting the missing rubies back in my heart.



You bowled me over with your kiss,

And knitted my heart back whole,

Healing the bruised enamel

And enshrining me with trust,

Rooted from your unselfish rubric,

And further absorbing me

Into the thick yoke of your

Love.