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Roses only fail to come in spring
when they are not given the kiss of the summer heat.
The crack of wood, grasping the clear,
clapped sky, sparking a light brighter than the deep blue of the night.
The fireworks dispersed themselves
every which way onto the full moon's luminous brilliances.
A flutter of prickles of moist heat ran through my spine
and into my heartbeat. I wondered why is life so wonderful?
Then he leaned over pressing his lips to my soft heart shaped mouth.
My hand swept his soft face and as his eyes shut
I gently pressed my self-forward kissing his eyes.
Now I know why life is so wonderful!