My Love For You

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

Submitted: May 23, 2018

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Submitted: May 23, 2018



More passionate than the beating of my heart; the ferocity with which it throbbed
all day and night,

More faster than the blink of my eye; the revitalizing moisture it provided to my rotund eyeball,

More vivacious than the hair on my scalp; the speed at which they blew in the
most tumultuous of storm,

More darker than the lines on my palm; which profoundly evolved and portrayed my destiny to the outside world,

More dense than the blood which flowed through my veins; the grueling agony with which it extruded out of my skin when I was hurt,

More stronger than the tenacity of my bones; the astronomical resilience which they displayed in resisting the hostile enemy,

More acerbic than the sharpness of my nails; the poignancy which they depicted while scraping against the mosquito bites on my skin,

More luscious than the color of my lips; the voluptuous complexion that they attained when I pursed them seductively with spurts of my saliva,

More pungent than the perspiration that trickled down my nape; the tremors of excitement generated when I reached the pinnacle of success,

More potent than the lines of poetry which I had embedded till date; the unfathomable heaps of literature I had produced in the tenure of my life,

More tangy than the flavor in my mouth; the countless numbers of appetizing delicacies that I had consumed in each phase of the day,

More stupendous than the most fabulous of my dreams; the most wonderful I could ever have envisaged; while I was awake or fast asleep,

More sensitive than my ability to hear; decipher and crack the most intricate of sound prevailing in vicinity,

More wild than the most deafening of my speech; the hysterical shouting I
executed when thoroughly provoked,

More mystical than the most lankiest of my shadow; the fairies I invited every night to dine and chat with,

More infinite than the clusters of hair protruding from my scalp and arms; the millions new which took  solid roots every day,

More enchanting than the breath that descended down my nostrils; unsurpassable number of times in the hour,

More intense than my empathy for any entity; ever living or dead on the trajectory of this planet, Is my love for you and only you O! beloved.

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