Beautiful One

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Dearest SHEA  ~

There are those who would profess to know the difference between good and bad writing - good and bad prose. But I would challenge them to read this without some reflection on the greatest author's of our time, for in its language, its beauty, its grandeur, it does more than become life - it becomes literature. And literature is more than fiction, rhyme and meter, it is the foundation of all that writers hope to achieve.

I would dare say that it has been quite a while since I have read anything as touching and as endearing as this. Your hand was blessed in writing this, and we are blessed in that our eyes can partake. Thank you.

Warmest Thoughts,
Tornado

Beautiful One

The blood gushed so rapidly,
Dressing meaningless in care;
Deep red, life's nectar flowing,
The instant it hit the air.

Sparkling rich crimson colour,
Gripping life and death with love.
With hard fought pride in finding,
One man's still elusive love.

Life dripping carelessly attended,
In rapid succession a streaming flow.
Passions praise, warm touch engaged,
Regal femme you are all that is love.

To hold securely, pride hard found,
A fading life force, chasing it down;
Blood enriched by you to bounty all,
Life's tale in pace, femme scrolled the call.

Coming in humble, each simple attempt,
Share fast love's story, uprooted, unspent.
A love story for you etched in blood,
Sealed for you the beautiful one.

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