I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶ ❝ butterflies and roses ❞

❝It wasn't lethal when you touched me,
It was lethal when I tasted your touch.

         God forbid, it tasted like a blind's first see,
        Or a painter saturating his paints with a brush,

But you hid the intentions behind the blinding halo,
And I forced my eyes to shut. ❞

Ostentatious poetry exemplified,  opulent prose to epitomize.

Cover by the magnificent sereneur