Lighting The Lantern Of My Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 20, 2018

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I might have miserably floundered to metamorphose wild roots of bohemian tree; into the astronomical summits of the flamboyantly scintillating mountain,

I might have ludicrously stumbled in my attempts to; scrupulously blend every iota of fathomless sky; with inevitably priceless granules of patriotic soil,

I might have made a pathetic mockery of myself; while incessantly endeavoring to convert the heinously treacherous crocodile; into a celestially fragrant saint,

I might have insanely dithered to illuminate the devastatingly ulterior interiors of the gutter; into a garden of bountifully fragrant and voluptuously everlasting rose,

But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this boundlessly gregarious Universe; as I had triggered the fire of my unassailable love in her impeccable eyes; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil.
 
I might have staggered like a grotesquely cacophonic clown; while inundating every granule of swelteringly acrimonious desert soil; with fountains of resplendent water,

I might have crumbled more ludicrously than a pack of insipid cards; as I indefatigably endeavored to quell the most diabolically perilous of hurricane; with the wavering harmony in my impoverished voice,

I might have relentlessly hung on the branches of sinister desolation; as I unflinchingly attempted to profoundly rejuvenate; graveyards deluged with a countless corpse,

I might have despicably sung the tunes of worthless nothingness; while irrevocably trying to mélange all religions across the mesmerizing Universe; into the unequivocal religion of humanity,

But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this endlessly ebullient Universe; as I had impregnably become every element of her marvelously enigmatic destiny; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil.
 
I might have tasted venomously inconspicuous dust; while leaping from the spacecraft bare chested; to frolic like an angel in the realms of unprecedented desire; after hitting the uncouthly obdurate ground,

I might have been pulverized into indolent bits of infinitesimal tomato curry; while brazenly attempting to stop the satanic tornado of lechery; with the unsurpassable resilience lingering in my patriotic stride,

I might have horrendously torched all my fingers into savagely lambasted ash; as I tried to enamoringly sketch the most gorgeously charismatic forms on this planet; on barren landscapes of crinkled paper,

I might have withered into a pool of invidiously ghastly blood; while benevolently trying my best; to revive profusely debilitated orphans; from their graves of bizarrely inexplicable prejudice,

But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this euphorically timeless Universe; as I could miraculously sight her Omnipotent countenance each time I opened my eyes and in deep sleep; alike; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil.  

I might have intransigently failed in every examination of mine; being ruthlessly kicked like a frigidly disgruntled matchstick; on the lanes of remorsefully abhorrent malice,

I might have reduced to a droplet of diminutively indecipherable ice; as I explicitly tried to envisage the contours of magnanimously astounding beauty; in the entrenchment of glimmering mirrors; leaning by the ferocious fireside,

I might have obsoletely reconciled to live with the pertinently slithering worms; after being deplorably ostracized by all conventional norms and philosophies; of the murderously morbid society,

I might have crucified myself on nails of despondently rotting depression; ignominiously castigated and insidiously rebuked by all fraternities of mankind; as I tried to diffuse the waves of uninhibitedly synergistic freedom; in monotonously slaving tribes,

But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this Omnisciently exotic Universe; as I had eternally succeeded in lighting the lantern of my perennial love in the corridors of her immortal heart; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil.


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