Flight Of The Burning Kite

A love poem for those whose love will last forever.

Whish, held by line

Free by wind

Decisions prove hard

Answers begin

Crimson on Crimson

Love at first flight

Smote a burning figure

Dressed for the night

Gazing into soul and mind

Peering at an empty heart

Filling its vial with poisonous aid

Ill, love is a fever, this is the start

Stars tear through veil and shadow

Fluttering like comets who collide and spark

Whish, held by line

Free by wind

Burning and Burning and Burning

No more shall begin

Author's Note

Notice the syntax and structure of the stanzas and lines.