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When the heart smolders on the lips as the words light flames of silence and you walk away slowly like a dying breeze while your coldness livens coldness to freeze it is the instance I realize it was true love when peace has flown away like a dove as eyes become a fountain of an emotional river while the souls swirls with hope shining like silver and I am touched to believe you believed I lose the title as the story begins again I am consumed by the dreams of blissful moments who will tell my side of story? if it is too worthless to be a side of a coin so I take comfort with me as I reward you with sweet dreams on the floor of this love I take a walk out of its castle I am banished to take my sadness to the sea where I shall my heart's blindness to see As curtains fall with time in fire wax of happiness which was my rhyme my love is yours even if it was a crime I wish you like bells when they chime let it be Christmas to make you me...

Touch me beauty your satin hand seem to be filled with stars in a misty weather that is sweet with scent that has me kiss your flower to sweeten my fruit of speech why don't you talk to my heart? you talk in a soothing and smooth voice I am charmed beyond my chosen choice Whisper to me beauty your silky songs that caress the linger of your cooing voice is beyond affection that madden with sanity beyond my insane imaginations drive me the edge of your cliff to slide on your precipice and land on your fluffy pillows that sing lullabies in my dreams while I wake Have me beauty to increase your intensity beyond tell me you adorable tales they billow beautifully in colourful gales afterwards we will stroll into life on its mysterious streets that assuage the curiosity that has my cat killed by a rat on your royal paws Love me beauty for an extraordinary extravagance of sweet emotions that titillate the pretense of sensibility in your temple I abide for this...

Dear with reverence this is the gift of my reference I thought of this as a gem but material wealth is not my health it is not my fountain of youth for our preceded days will sooth in time we have invested time with memorable moments infested as for me dear... I perceive it more precious than deemed for it seems my esteemed sychronicity is the chronology of love to eternity Oh my adorable nightingale why do you shine night in the day of my departure? you are the apple of my eye so when you cry mine are a fountain to drown our fruit sweetheart be strong like strings of a guitar which vibrate in harmonious rhythms be sensitive like the placid surface of a pool where my love penetrates and sinks to the bottom for a queen you are to grace the throne My beloved take this photograph of the moon in its elusive and enigmatic moonlight always know my love is the sun that is shining in the day beyond the night and whenever dawn is at hand smile when the sun rises w...

It is the ultimate bliss to behold a rose blooming in the sands of time the moon making waves of splendor on the crystalline ocean of eternity as beauty makes footsteps in the quicksand of tidings at the beginning of the end... when unquenchable desire burns a soul which churns as the beauty of longing swirls on its mysterious being for love at first sight always is but sleeping hearts open eyes when too late The wonder of the rose looms satisfaction wearing it accurately but onset the golden belt loses waist and time moves leaving memorable footsteps engraving... smoldering tattoos on its flawless crimson petals ripening a fruit yet to be seen falling its royal petals to be sin and blindness though allowed is their first sin whence the flower withers ending the first scene Soon... the chuckle of regret lingers when the eye has nothing to fight its hunger a withered rose may  not serve its purpose for silver platters are worthwhile but with a dry...

...and he wakes after whispers of reality have died down his dreams enticingly calling back but his tears could only become drops of paint to paint his desires on the mirror of life fresh and wet to drown his fears away that his faith would be rainbow in a clear day who would think floor of an ocean dusty? unless you have been in heaven and hell In his stupor's tirade he gathered himself at the bottom of the cliff with the golden precipice searching for the temple of his soul only to meet stones strangely curved to camourflage with beautiful legendary engravings of emptiness the sculptor having sighed into thin air made him a dice of bane he was cast away as truth burnt him after deception was seen He met mermaids at the fountain of pleasures the sweet nectar of lotus in its lilt he was drunk while his future was plunged into liquid hope only to dry out and break into slivers which reflected hell that burns unlike winter in heaven he changed rhythm and m...