Opia was something she did nonpareil
Allow this fault to fall upon the willing participant
Is it lunacy to be her fool again
Guide me away from the illogic that a love is so strong
The pain will be outweighed just to be with her.
Cap-a-pie she was the living being of perfection
Beauty so undescribable it can render poets wordless
The musical tones of her voice can render a singer voiceless
A smile so enigmatic it can render musicians tuneless
Rhapsodist with a muse and inspirations endless.
Before her my life was an endless state of liberosis
An agelast figure succumb to concepts of occhiolism
Until the day came a caprizant rhythm began to play in my chest
Vernalagnia in winter susurrous sounds in my ears
For the first time I felt horripilate encompass me.
However, my passions and desires must have become nimiety
Never was I so fully edacious for someone or anyone
Also did I ever think a complete love for someone could be a MEA culpa
Obsequious I found to become inenubilable
Yet she continuously assured me they are delusions, never real.
As verification of some of my fears exposed the face of hidden truths
Sudden nullification as celestial callings to her had to be answered
Often I wonder if I was spared of the complete mentimutation
Which is eclipsed by the anger to be denied the discovery opposite
Flummox, however , one thing confirmed I know, she never questioned my love for her.
2023