You are as enigmatic as the Thinker immortalized by Auguste Rodin. As enthralling as the sun that sets over Mount Fuji of Japan. You have mesmerized me like the dervishes that dance in spiritual devotion, enraptured my essence like the waves that ebb and flow in the world's majestic oceans. I am your prisoner as I remain captured within your caresses. Like Rapunzel's prince I plead to feel the luxuriant beauty of your tresses. In the summer's blissful rain, I want to dance as I hold your hand. Every dream that your heart makes will be granted as your wish is my command. I will course the world for all the things that make it beautiful and divine. I will compare their beauty to my beloved's and they will no longer shine. Diamonds of the utmost lustre could never shine as bright; you are my north star as you guide my way into your arms when I am afraid at night. I sought solace in caves atop mountains where prophets had received revelations. Only to find that all I needed was to look in your direction in order to find my true inspiration. Similar to alchemy, the chemicals between us reacted, causing a great transformation. Destiny has certainly decreed that you will be my eternal adoration. Roses could not smell as sweet as the scent that you emanate from your golden pores. I was mistaken to assume your heart was one that I could learn to abhor. Although I am an anomaly, you have peered into my soul. This was when I realized, our bodies had experienced a continental drift; that you are the piece that makes my puzzle whole. I have tasted the fruit of Eden, and although it is a sin, I cannot stop the ecstasy that I am covered in.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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