Even if you massacred both my eyes; gruesomely blinding me for the remainder of my pathetically devastated life,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my ears; ensuring that the tiniest insinuation of danger stayed countless miles away from her overwhelmingly
mesmerizing countenance.
Even if you assassinated both my ears; diabolically slashing my dangling lobes apart into a ludicrously pulverized curry of sinister flesh and bone,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my cheeks; compassionately grazing across her divinely forehead; witnessing her bloom in a corridor of perpetual
ecstasy for times immemorial.
Even if you bombarded both my cheeks; exonerating their profusely rubicund cheer into disastrously barbaric sadness,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my nostrils; instilling fireballs of unsurpassable passion in every breath of hers; that she magnetically exhaled.
Even if you barbarically stabbed both my nostrils; satanically decimating them to infinitesimal specks of languid ash,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my lips; becoming the majestic smile that besieged her perennially; in times of gloom as well as unprecedentedly untamed happiness.
Even if you devilishly thrashed both my lips with chains of acrimonious hatred; transformed their complexion into a ghastly fountain of invidiously fulminating blood,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my shoulders; carrying her to the most invincible places of safety; to the ultimate paradise of her royal choice.
Even if you annihilated both my shoulders; extinguishing them gorily with ferocious strokes of the savagely scintillating sword,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my palms; uninhibitedly bestowing each element of my prosperous destiny upon her; marvelously embellished and sacrosanct life.
Even if you mercilessly chopped both my palms; transposing their conglomerate of flesh and bone with the inner most recesses of the remorsefully morbid grave,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my legs; galloping at a velocity faster than white lightening in the sky; to grant her the most insatiable euphoria of her magnanimously blessed life.
Even if you crippled both my legs; uncouthly squashing the most intricate of their nerves with hideously monstrous tyres of the speeding truck,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my shadows; mystically enshrouding every cranny of her seductively tantalizing existence.
And even if you blended the unfathomably deplorable island of hell with both my shadows; murderously extricating every bit of their stupendous charisma and
grace,
I would still continue to love her immortally with my heart; soul and conscience; which try as much you could; you wouldn't be able to ever conquer; as they
proliferated indefatigably even after this planet had ceased to exist; poignantly bonded with the OMNIPOTENCE OF HER LOVE.
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