In violet she kissed my frozen fingers

as Capulet I read my lines in wonder

for auld Lang syne the melancholy lingers

a tidal blanket loomed and dragged me under.

Magenta spread across my windswept wasteland

a pod of storms - intensity and rancor

on bended knee I begged to take her right hand

and waltz into the maelstrom of the dance floor.

A purple nova burst as eyes were closing

my heart an open book for arrows sharpest

as skin stood frozen - Mount Olympus posing

my ears awakened to the lilt of harp fest.

Inveigled in silent amber-gray, no sorrow

Forever's dreams await me on the morrow.

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