Mizuki Dreams

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We talk like children,
Sharing secrets without fear.
All pure, all white,
Like the English roses I hold so dear!

We laugh like maniacs,
Sometimes over nothing.
All bright, all yellow,
Like the swaying buttercups in spring!

We fight like monsters,
Our volatile hearts ablaze.
All red, our ire,
Like the crimson orchids aflame!

We love like reckless rebels,
Intoxicating and insatiable,
All purple, our passion,
Like the lavenders bloom over the vale!

Oh but there are thorns too,
Breaking us, making us sore,
Tearing each other apart,
Only to unite once more.
All wild, in every hue,
This tempestuous love,
Of me and you!