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AMAN12 Aug 19
Love Is Fireworks
A riot of color that screams across the sky,
visible from heaven but never held.
It ****** your eye, burns your sight,
etches the face into your retina like a divine warning:
"You will never see them like this again".
It's never blindness, just an overdose

Then,
Marriage turns blind
Blind to the fire you still carry.
It sees the chores, not the devotion.
It praises the schedule, not the soul.
It forgets the spark that seared your eye
and calls the ash commitment.
Marriage doesn’t ask what you feel, it assumes.
It doesn’t look, it remembers.
And memory is a poor prosthetic for vision.

Loved but still unseen
And that is the blindness
no firework could ever warn you about.
AMAN12 Aug 18
The question had already knelt, trembling with hope.
Petals curled in her grip and muffled a "no".
Hope didn’t ask again.
It just bowed and left her with the bouquet
not bitterness.
AMAN12 Aug 18
The omelette winked.
I winked back.
Cheese melted like longing,
yolk glowed like a Paris sunrise.
Steam curled like secret letters,
herbs whispered in thyme’s accent.
I called it sunshine
It called me love.
We kissed on the toast until the butter blushed.
This our love story
brief and buttery.
AMAN12 Aug 18
I am an ostrich nesting in mother's lap
head buried in shell-soft comfort,
bones tender as yolk,
hiding from the world that pecks too hard.
AMAN12 Aug 18
A kiss between the brows
is not a flame nor a claim
nor a contest.

Its incense rising from
a temple left behind.
It's a wreath laid across
to honor the goodbyes.
It's the key which unlocks respect.

It builds bridges between souls,
like light crossing water without a ripple.
It forgives without words,
like snow melting over old wounds.
It anchors memory
like moss growing on the stone of time.
AMAN12 Aug 18
The armor never reached my soul.
So, I named my sword after her.
I poured my heart on wind-swept hilltops.
Spoke to the moon, mistaking it for her gaze.
And rode through war with love as my shield.
AMAN12 Aug 18
Ballons were once floating promises.
I chased them, believing they
would never pop.
Now they rise and I don't follow.
Childhood drifted upward and I
stayed watching
my joy shrink to sky.
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