Her rhythm enthralled one’s nonchalance
I, who do not believe—
Would deify those golden lips if I have the chance
Indelible heart she caused is forgivable
Thus, dwindling warmth doesn’t bring full frigidity
As my devotion would hold this exuberant feeling, ineffable.
Her affirmative language spoke to my flirtation
Theories of firsts, I am confined with reverie
The subject on my amatory—
Poems that for every second I spend denies inanity
So peculiar that made it even better.
I might start to learn how to pray
As my perfidious nature belied my affection
Pardon my masqueraded actions on the edge of perceptibility
Such Virgil’s Aeneid, ad astra, the sweetest con
Aeternum amor I wish upon.
Someday in cosmos, our strings will intertwine
To whelve beside my grave rather than cry,
“I love you,” don’t act surprised
More than she could ever know, on my knees, and pinky
On the altar, with all my will
I choose her poetically, religiously.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 6:46 AM UTC
Her rhythm enthralled one’s nonchalance
I, who do not believe—
Would deify those golden lips if I have the chance
Indelible heart she caused is forgivable
Thus, dwindling warmth doesn’t bring full frigidity
As my devotion would hold this exuberant feeling, ineffable.
Her affirmative language spoke to my flirtation
Theories of firsts, I am confined with reverie
The subject on my amatory—
Poems that for every second I spend denies inanity
So peculiar that made it even better.
I might start to learn how to pray
As my perfidious nature belied my affection
Pardon my masqueraded actions on the edge of perceptibility
Such Virgil’s Aeneid, ad astra, the sweetest con
Aeternum amor I wish upon.
Someday in cosmos, our strings will intertwine
To whelve beside my grave rather than cry,
“I love you,” don’t act surprised
More than she could ever know, on my knees, and pinky
On the altar, with all my will
I choose her poetically, religiously.
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