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I was eight years old when my mother told me that, despite their beauty the most colourful insects tend to be the utmost venomous ones.
At fourteen I fell in love with your enormous green eyes.
On my nineteenth birthday I finally understood, she had been right all along.
Six years from now I will be twenty-five and scientists will have a thousand more antidotes for when one gets stung. Yet, I know I will refuse to take a single one as your venom is what has always pumped my heart.
In 2032, eleven more years will have passed and I will smile, while I reveal the same tale of colourful insects that my mother warned me about to my daughter.
On a thursday, fifty years down the line. I hope to hold your hand, and look at the sunrise so that we can watch all of the colourful insects slowly appear and I can finally show you, where the story of our love began.
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poetrycriticxox
Amazing--how is it going with this man now? Reminds me of when I met my husband almost eight years ago now. A beautiful man, he had large, saucer-like green eyes too. I get lost in them. They're like a green polluted ocean of love. I met him almost eight year ago. I love him.