Dinner!, your favorite and your way,
There are candles, flowers, red wine & ice.
There is something I want to say tonight.
He said, ' You are the breathe of fresh air in my life'
The adventure in my daily monotone red,
The only racing stream to blush my pale.
You! have taken me away from me, he said
And now I will, he whispered with ice
I sensed the stench of warm red flowing,
beneath the cold moon light.
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