The "Irony of Passion"

Your sarcastic sadistic sexual slick snarky talk used to Ignite the amorous caressing love
I burned for you
 And  
During Indian summers,
we spent time researching your heritage in Italy
It was Ideal that you retained information
to share with our offspring  
With Ivory skin at birth
When all 4 were born  
We found peacful grounds  with each other  
 We shared their first breathes together and basked in the moments
The celebrations of their birthdays would illuminate the room with our love again.
 
But now,  
We have come to the Intersection of love and hate
The Florentine Iris flower represents the blood shed, pain inflicting war We have with each other.
 
Your words and actions have become Impenetrable to blood vessels and veins in my heart.
My love has been an Itenerant searching for a safe landing
 to no avail the runway has a traffic jam
 You scorned me beyond healing
I hope I can find solace in the next man
To wrap me up in warmth to mask this cold feeling
Leaving me a Yellow Iris when I get home
In the evening