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Blessed By an Angel
How sordid an individual was I,
Yet blessed by your angelic presence, divine did I become.
My holy obsession, be my cynosure as I explore the maze of your mind.
Adrift along your sea of pleasure, to your paragon of allure am I unblind.
Never shall you fasten to the blight that is insouciance,
For once claimed by the pure miracle of love's buss, unable is a partner to deter their eyes.
I do not harbor the ability to stop loving that which is staunch in perfection;
Forever shall you be the one I drench in affection.
Succumb to the paint roller of devotion,
As I suspend your pain while you lie in the rapids of emotion.
Restore the sense of comfort,
As from the inside I provide you with love.
Hold agape for my eyes your divine existence cornucopia,
And invade my mental anopia.
Overtly bestow yourself to me,
And shall I partake in your prolific allure from which implausible is it to flee.
I wish to enslave your attention,
And reciprocated endearment should be your pension.
Impeccable sun of delight,
May your light embellish night.
May an imperturbable peace distress the hopeless vest,
As I burrow my face against your chest.
How fair was the reel of expedient fish,
Latching abreast the scale of my wish.
To live with you is all I find
In the corset of a future I thought had been signed.
May not I see the glass as full
Unless exist, you do, to bind me whole.
Never shall your voice taper to static,
As my presence will not be schismatic.
Prurient and abode of love are the eyes I use to prey upon your visage--
I pray for the taste of your lips in my auspicious envisage....
Cater not to the feeble urge of control
But the limn light of the fire's coal.
Hirsute, your head, which,
Alike each part,
Decorates thy gentle human work of art.
Beseech not forgiveness if words become undistilled,
For yet the faintest phrase of woe has the heart chilled.
Tell, how may I stargaze
If my sultry sun enchants ablaze?
Why, I'll be here for morrow;
If have you a sorrow,
You know I will borrow.
A heart that glistens may not listen,
Yet medicine be not your ricin!
Investiture of your glory,
Toward my miracle I am predatory.
May your mood enhance,
And you accept my romance.
love.
Hold agape for my eyes your divine existence cornucopia,
And invade my mental anopia.
Overtly bestow yourself to me,
And shall I partake in your prolific allure from which implausible is it to flee.
I wish to enslave your attention,
And reciprocated endearment should be your pension.
Impeccable sun of delight,
May your light embellish night.
May an imperturbable peace distress the hopeless vest,
As I burrow my face against your chest.
How fair was the reel of expedient fish,
Latching abreast the scale of my wish.
To live with you is all I find
In the corset of a future I thought had been signed.
May not I see the glass as full
Unless exist, you do, to bind me whole.
Never shall your voice taper to static,
As my presence will not be schismatic.
Prurient and abode of love are the eyes I use to prey upon your visage--
I pray for the taste of your lips in my auspicious envisage....
Cater not to the feeble urge of control
But the limn light of the fire's coal.
Hirsute, your head, which,
Alike each part,
Decorates thy gentle human work of art.
Beseech not forgiveness if words become undistilled,
For yet the faintest phrase of woe has the heart chilled.
Tell, how may I stargaze
If my sultry sun enchants ablaze?
Why, I'll be here for morrow;
If have you a sorrow,
You know I will borrow.
A heart that glistens may not listen,
Yet medicine be not your ricin!
Investiture of your glory,
Toward my miracle I am predatory.
May your mood enhance,
And you accept my romance.
By: Gretchen Taylor