MERRY NOT

“Marry me,” he says.

“Marry you?” She asks.

“Marry her!” His heart throbs.

“Why?” Her heart beats.

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TWAS RED

Twas a li’l past nine

When you uttered, “You’re mine!”

A spark of romance flickered

Same time the moon turned red.

~RaineFairy

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