Pondering love’s inquisitions hitherto thine perplexities
as thou should knowest its tenderness requite.
Whilst thy deliberate forthright such iniquitous fortitude of beguiling amorous utterances.
Thine onliest causality lay boisterous extemporizations whereupon the chorus of crescendoing echos pervade encompassing darkness.
Tis not the enveloping love thou holdest far from thine bosom which my frailty doth envy.
For entwined loves such as literary figures Romeo and Juliet truncated forthwith.
Wasted and fathomlessness popular gregariously such is harkened that such was their loves misnomer.
Quoth!
Nay mine alone!
Thine own words, personal resounding mutterings flow as deluges.
Tantamount art such quivering feelings longingly fornicated yet cleverly venerating.
Doest as thy willfully desirest to.
Upon these parting thoughts I am inclined toward perceiving at thine utmost inward.
That mine own unspoken secret ideations of loves implicit qualitative meaning is as the unmeasurable universe.
Verbiages, literary usages, and felonious exaggerations could not hope to measure with thine truest percipient.
Life holdest not a singular meaning that it were to be bequeathed in absence of this gloriously bleeding pained heart.
About the Creator
Sarah Leggett
My passions happen to also be my demons for I will destroy myself in order to create the beauty I desire to see most on this Earth. If I am unable to create something breathtaking I would resolve to lock myself in a hidden tower.
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