A Leo's Red Will
A poem about recapturing the essence of myself again
I am burning red with passion
Brighter than my Leo's mane,
Catching sunlight like combustion
When you see it all aflame
That is what the mirror tells me,
That is who I want to be,
The part that shines with your reflection
The friend I always wish to see.
My crimson lips
Might part with rapture,
The crimson wine across my tongue.
Dancing as it waits to capture
the words I'd searched for all along
I won't wait until the sunrise
My golden glow shall light my 'sill.
I know and feel it ever surer
This day shall come and feel my will
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