Rain of Rose 2

Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete and constant gaze Gaze from adrift to assured, from timid to fuss-free Where her long-winded Hebe falls upon my sensuous serendipity My short-winded romance catches upon her contagious catholicity Through and o'er million-mile-long cascade of rains Romance-woven, rose-waved, rushing curtain after curtain My gaze meets the Grace of Venus' veins Venus' veins from blear to clear, from confused to certain Splicing and brightening each inspiring spot Along each dimensionality of the whole universe So perfectly the vast vivacity fits into my sensorial slot That my everything rhymes and roils with its magnificent verse Far and wide anacampserote describes Far and wide rosy tides arise From the perigee of my sights to the aphelion of her skies From the margin of my mind to the adytum of her vibes Harking back to earlier path strewn with romances of royal grith Hearkening forward to future favors featuring our millennial myth Reachable osculation, ne'er has remote oneirism so uncannily overlapped Raying reality, ne'er has rainy romance so snugly wrapped.