33. THE SOLE REFLECTION OF MY SOUL
How could I ever get bored even an infinitesimally
insipid iota ?
When I had the perpetually golden rays of the
blistering midday Sun; filter a path of
scintillatingly righteous courage; through every
cranny of my disastrously impoverished demeanor.
How could I ever get bored even an inconspicuously
non-existent trifle ?
When I had the gregariously cascading waterfalls of
enlightening froth tickle me profusely from all sides;
trigger in me an insatiably euphoric yearning; to
gallop ecstatically forward; through the fields of
mesmerizing life.
How could I ever get bored even a comically minuscule
whisker ?
When I had the voluptuously rustling breeze profoundly
caress each of manipulatively besieged senses;
uninhibitedly freeing me to dance timelessly; till the
boundaries of enchanting eternity.
How could I ever get bored even a diminutively frigid
fraction ?
When I had the melodiously ebullient nightingale
singing right on my shoulder; profusely infiltrating
resplendent rays of hope; into my vindictively cold
blooded existence.
How could I ever get bored even a capriciously tiny
speck ?
When I had the divinely blooming flowers spinning a
web of majestically astounding artistry all across my
gruesomely bereaved senses; tirelessly drifting me
towards an unfathomable ocean of blissful scent.
How could I ever get bored even a parsimoniously
mercurial bit ?
When I had the unfathomable caravan of boisterously
buzzing bees incessantly enshrouding my lifelessly
stoical facial contours; inundate my mockingly dreary
survival with unprecedented enthrallment and tingling
sweetness.
How could I ever get bored even a lackadaisically
lackluster inch ?
When I had the fascinatingly ingratiating Moon shimmer
gorgeously on my despondently disheveled flesh;
seductively caress me with unsurpassable fireballs of
magnificently silken delight.
How could I ever get bored even a languidly
inarticulate centimeter ?
When I had tantalizingly green meadows nestled with
exotic dew drops to rampantly roll in; expunge each
horrendously frustrated ingredient from my despairing
blood; to handsomely blend with the stupendously
reinvigorating soil.
How could I ever get bored even a ghoulishly
asphyxiated bit ?
When I had intransigently aristocratic carpets of
breath embracing my savagely extinguishing nostrils;
irrefutably propelling me each instant to
unflinchingly disseminate the patriotic river of
truth; in every corner of this gigantic earth.
And how could I ever get bored even a trivially
transient second ?
When I had your immortally unassailable love
perennially romancing with my nervously fluttering
heartbeats; when I had your marvelously humanitarian
shadow; which had unconquerably become the sole
reflection of my soul.