My kind of love

The white light,

Meets the colourless stone,

Bending to her true self,

Her colourful grace, safe in his heart,

Painting him with affection,

Once pale besotted lovers,

Now sparkle in each other’s embrace,

And that’s the kind of love,

I have always craved!

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