Red love, a love that burns so bright
With a passion that ignites, in the depths of the night
A love that's so intense, and a love that's so bold
A love that's like a flame, that never grows old
With eyes that sparkle, and a smile that shines
This love is a fire, that burns so bright
A flame that warms the heart, and a love that's so real
A love that will endure, through joy and through trial
Red love, is a love that's so rare
A love that's full of passion, and a love that's so fair
It's a love that's like a fire, that never dies
A love that will endure, through the highs and the lows of life
So here's to the ones, with a love that's so red
With a passion that burns, and a love that's ahead
May their love continue, to shine so bright
For it is a love, that will endure, through the day and the night.
About the Creator
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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