When looking at the blue trimmed screen,
my eyes began to gleam.
A filter here and filter there
to calm my self esteem.
Through thirty three I searched each page,
and angst ran down the side.
But romance fluttered on and on,
and reached the purple guide.
An audience of one would do,
my hand did click the mouse.
And silence rang when tears restrained,
old habits in the house.
This one was short and seemed to scream,
"Live long, forever sweet!"
For with it came replies of joy
and blushes with no heat.
A silver sword will surely rest
among the yellow field.
When ending never stops its course,
beginnings never yield.














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