My brain could perhaps ruthlessly expurgate you out; but what about its every unimaginably tantalizing fantasy; of which you were the most pricelessly ultimate queen,
My fingers could perhaps mercilessly shrug you out; but what about the most
resplendently royal meadow of shapes that they sketched; which constituted
of nothing else but your Omnisciently enchanting grace; which constituted of
nothing else but only you,
My eyes could perhaps disdainfully kick you out; but what about each droplet
of empathy that dribbled from them; of which you were the most Omnisciently
ameliorating messiah,
My blood could perhaps obnoxiously discard you out; but what about what about its invincibly fearless fragrance; which had bonded with each perpetual element of your humanitarian soul,
My shadow could perhaps acrimoniously rule you out; but what about its unparalleled ocean of gloriously untamed seduction; on which you peerlessly danced
every redolently enrapturing night,
My signature could perhaps atrociously delete you out; but what about its
inimitable waves of impeccable integrity; which maneuvered solely to your
sky of sacrosanct commands,
My voice could perhaps abominably erase you out; but what about its fervently unceasing cadence; which timelessly reverberated only to the tinkling of
your beautifully Omnipresent feet,
My ears could perhaps endlessly shun you out; but what about their astoundingly undefeatable sensitivity; which perpetuated into a garden of insuperable loveliness an infinite spaces above heaven; at the tiniest insinuation of your sound,
My shoulders could perhaps treacherously discard you out; but what about
their unflinchingly triumphant strength; which tirelessly followed only the strings of your unassailably divine righteousness,
My feet could perhaps mercilessly pulverize you out; but what about their every magnanimous imprint; which was nothing but a manifestation of your miraculously ameliorating selflessness,
My tongue could perhaps salaciously spit you out; but what about its unceasing plethora of tastebuds; which indefatigably breathed only to relish the flavor of your celestially empowering existence,
My skin could perhaps diabolically slander you out; but what about its every ardently aroused pore; which rested in perennially heavenly contentment only after
your magically mitigating caress,
My nails could perhaps perniciously scratch you out; but what about their
supreme uninhibitedness; which was solely a ramification of your undauntedly
liberated persona,
My hair could perhaps perfidiously dismantle you out; but what about their incredulously mesmerizing vivaciousness; in which reflected solely your exuberantly unfettered stride,
My bones could perhaps satanically trash you out; but what about their Herculean strength; which possessed only your pristine elixir of unconquerable truthfulness to survive,
My legs could perhaps ignominiously squelch you out; but what about their
tremendously unhindered exhilaration; their ecstatic gallop towards the victory line which was forever sublimed by your Omnipresent smiles,
My conscience could perhaps scurrilously scavenge you out; but what about
its mirror of Omnisciently brilliant truth; in which was profoundly embedded yours and only your immaculately unprejudiced image of life,
My nostrils could perhaps hideously squirm you out; but what about their unlimited gorge of fantastically life-yielding breath; which had perpetually coalesced with every step that you alighted in the chapter of inscrutable life,
And my heart could perhaps unsparingly excoriate you out; but what about its
sky of immortally ubiquitous beats; everyone of them on which you ruled as the ultimate princess for times even beyond an infinite more lifetimes.
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