If I painted our love in shades of red,
It would start with the intoxication of wine,
Our desires would be sizzling and blush,
Romance would bloom like a garden of roses,
Disillusionment would break like a hill made of bricks,
Decisions would be taken in cold blood,
And when finished, like the embers of coal,
It would glow dimly in scarlet red,
So, my love, before we unite, we must part,
Because I foresee a tragedy,
Only painted in shades of red.
-RR
A prompt by Word of the Day Challenge
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