Not a fan of the classics.
She wants magic.
Unreasonable attachments.
To love beyond all earthy considerations.
Up and over physical limitations.
Her heart beat’s racing against static situations.
She finds rhymes to unreasonable emotions, charged with the simple notion that Love isn’t made of flames..
but explosions.
She doesn’t want to believe life’s silver-linings are only made of brief moments of peace, and a few perks.
Eyes on the skies…
She’s waiting fire works.
Blue Fences 
I definitely misread your poem lol. Rhymes & words of poetry are beautiful, it is like a second language spoken. Love is more than a flame a consuming fire. Explosive have to be fueled or triggered. Apologies for misreading🙏😊
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Brilliant
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💙💙💙
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We all want a little magic in our lives, unfortunately hardly any of us manage to find any. So loads of luck to this lady!
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A beautiful depiction of two different perspectives of love and the world around us. 🙂
Beautifully done Didi, my dear!
How are you, my friend? I hope your week is going well so far, sending lots of love, light, and hugs Didi my dear friend. 🙂 ❤❤❤
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Love your positivity!
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