A Love Like Blood
Our love runs deep, like veins beneath the skin,
Crimson rivers coursing, pulled tight within.
It pulses, fierce, through every fleeting hour,
A bond too raw for time’s eroding power.
Like blood, it stains, impossible to clean,
Marking us both with all the years between.
A wound that heals, yet never quite lets go,
A love that thrives where only shadows grow.
It’s sharp, it cuts, yet lingers in our veins,
A throb that aches, but never truly wanes.
In every drop, a memory survives,
A love like blood—forever, like every new sunrise.
reflections of an unquiet mind 