Poetic Bliss

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A little strange

A feeling so big its barely contained

The rose withers at the nights threat

Rushing pulses contaminate purity

Anger subsides only with fear

Hurry its almost time

Argument looming over the horizon

Confused and tattered labored

Trusting in love at first sight

Needing the security of patience

Hosts of angels sing in mourning

Wedding day beautiful,with few troubles

New life beginning,surely

Thoughts resume abnormal patterns

Rhyming is impossible,chaos

Beauty revealed in a simple kiss

Rage pushed over the edge into the abyss

Prayers answered with miracles

A life,love, and happiness

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