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16. BUSINESS OF LOVE 

 

It was an everlasting business; in which there was not the slightest of obnoxiously adulterated give and take; in which every organism forever philandered on tantalizingly heavenly cloud nine,

 

It was an enchanting business; in which there was not the slightest of  diabolically cold-blooded barbarism; in which the fireball of unassailable truth transcended even the most infinitesimal iota of frigid insanity around,

 

It was a sensuous business; in which there was not the slightest of disdainful rebuke; in which all that existed was the virtue of altruistic benevolence; for centuries unprecedented,

 

It was an indomitable business; in which there was not the slightest gutter of slavering fear; in which perennially floated the paradise of unfathomably

untainted desire,

 

It was an unflinching business; in which there was not the slightest of commercial deliriousness; in which the mantra of impeccable symbiotism was the sole messiah to enlighten disastrously beleaguered lives,

 

It was a unceasing business; in which there was not the slightest insinuation of maliciously devilish loss; in which the fragrance of togetherness compassionately bonded one and all; in the religion of mankind holistically alike,

 

It was a voluptuous business; in which there was not the slightest innuendo of brutally pulverizing monotony; in which only the magnanimously tranquil mists of prosperity descended upon every living being and its kin,

 

It was an enamoring business; in which there was not the slightest cranny of desperately embroiled politics; in which the eternal gardens of innocuously bountiful frolic sprouted on every conceivable portion of lackadaisical soil,

 

It was a perpetual business; in which there was not the slightest wail of the indiscriminately rampaging devil; in which the birds of exuberantly unfettered

freedom uninhibitedly soared in pristinely golden sky,

 

It was an ardent business; in which there was not the slightest of vindictive loophole; in which every ingredient of contumacious retribution was replaced by the sky of spell bindingly burgeoning peace,

 

It was a record-breaking business; in which there was not the slightest of decrepit stinginess; in which the dimensions of convivially insuperable mankind loomed

larger than every construable object on this planet,

 

It was an undefeatable business; in which there were not the slightest of inexplicably terrorized tears; in which timelessly fructified the aisles of redolent beauty

and endlessly serene desire,

 

It was an ecstatic business; in which there was not the slightest of desolately dilapidated boredom or meaninglessness; in which the stars of unbelievably

mesmerizing enthrallment twinkled for infinite more births yet to unveil,

 

It was a magnetic business; in which there was not the slightest of  bizarrely besmirching dereliction; in which inimitably towering precipices of; profoundly

artistic sensuousness and glorious success,

 

It was a resplendent business; in which there was not the slightest of miserable animosity; in which every breathing organism wonderfully blossomed amidst

castles of majestically tireless unity,

 

It was a triumphant business; in which there were not the slightest pendulums of rancid up’s and downs; in which the only path that miraculously evolved in front

of everyone’s eyes; was the one which celestially led to the Omnipotent Divine,

 

It was a philanthropic business; in which there was the not the slightest trace of hedonistic savagery; in which the voice that wafted from the innermost core of

the innocently thundering heart; epitomized a brand new chapter of ebullient existence,

 

It was a royal business; in which there was not the slightest of invidiously deteriorating lies; in which the rays of  brilliantly Omnipresent truth; disseminated from the whites of every immaculately wandering eye,

 

And how insatiably I wished every unraveling instant of the effulgent day and exhilarating night that each breath of mother earth was inexhaustibly embellished

by it; every other business and manipulatively besieged entity on this boundless Universe adopted it; be blessed forever by the pricelessly immortal business of love.