Flame to Heart—a Rose of Fey

My fantastic spark: a blue diamond. And topaz dreams, a
Color plum. So soft a jaded grey, the tear of science. And
We dine—a turquoise sky. Her scent, the puce of love, a
Portrait fey; and life to art, a crimson rose; and sapphire
Eyes, a color oak. Such twilight fever: our eternal passion.
Indeed, raspberry dreams, a feeling taupe; and life to art,
A purple rose. My fantastic spark, immortal breath; and
Fallin’ light, the pith of stars. Read the stem, a caption fey;
And daffodils, a lemon sun. I tear: my rising blue; for
Faultless heart, a sullen moon. In script, a wounded palm;
And such a pledge, the gift of love. Indeed: a precious
Stone; and velvet brown, a desert rose. My deepest vision, an
Island gold; for richest pain, the deepest globe. And violet
Cries, a soul to cringe; and healing blood, a joy to binge.