The Love Gun

Hearts in the night a shower of valentine sparks,

the soul romanced blistered with loving marks.

At the smoking gun a  puff of sweet breath blows

from lips circling with the colorsmells of a rose.

She flees a furtive fugitive on wings of sparrows.

For love bullets an envious Cupid trades in his arrows

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