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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sometimes, when your sparkling spirit waltzes with me to the perfumed periwinkle grooves of saffron breezes, I'm lost in a forever gaze, within those flickering ferns of a nascent nightmare, where I ain't any velvet-purple orchid, which gets saved in every mellifluous moment by the sacrosanct touch of your sempiternal fingertips. I fear, what if I were a translucent roseate, while lilac lips not fully stained with crimson syllables of poetic affection, would you still drape my soul in succulent chartreuse sepals of your silken embrace? What if my skin were an artisan's flawed gold-fabric, would you trace kohl runes in my imperfect veins, or cherish the warmth of my cosy cherry- embroideries laced with floral brocades of our dawning dreams? Will you still carve sunset's soft tapestries on my archaic terracota-pages, and hue a hyacinth- harmony of harp, upon my moon- dyed soul, if ever our love's scarlet star forgets to twinkle in verbena verses carved along the wisteria of midnight? I wonder if, our heartbeats will melt in sanguine autumn rays of afterlife, when our souls are locked in winter's frosty beams yet evanescent in glossy lakes of butterfly-serenades, sung by summery elixir of spring. What if my heart had lost its sunburst soulful similes stretching across platinum psalms and engraved these marine metaphors as immortal wrinkles in the dying leaflets of iced cyan hours? What if I were a forsaken breath of poesy? Would you still sequin the scarlet letters of stelliform - 'Hiya' with silky cream- pearls of your lazuline eyes, would you still love me, if I weren't a poet? So, when the gossamer glass of blue crescent has broken, please reminisce those unspoken ruby rhymes within amaranthine aroma of poetry, sewn with solivagant threads of invisible illustrations along those sandalwood shorelines, where, I would've been caged by the blackbirds of terrestrial time. Evermore, I will still cherish our serendipitous eden in sun's amber canopies, wishing you to be my venus-glazed muse for eternity, even when the seraphic satan, looking so pure, has erased my silhouette from life, within a shimmering death's kiss, alzheimer's reaper has thawed upon vintage verses and parched phrases have breathed in their last belief. "Would love still breathe, when 'You and I' are lost in waves of woe, exhuming regretful lifelines?"
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