From the land of hoi polloi, Walked out my lady, She meandered nubivagantly, While lost in the whispers of lavender, She stumbled upon a chimerical land. It was the frondescene season, While florescence opened up my beautiful flowerettes, A few stayed as ferns, While she walked down the lane of twilight cypress The serendipity succulent blessed her, & the feeling of apricity grew as she moved closer to this dazzling floret. In a world full of boutonniere flowers, she had found her Créme da le Créme, La belle époque sung in symphony as she moved closer towards him, The world stood still to witness this kaleidoscope of unexpected, As no one could have ever found this rare chef-d'œuvre, For my lady was the one to find & love her beloved "Créme da le Créme". ~ Anuradha Tibile
I met my inamorato on the environs, Oh & when we met it created a cosmic clash, When he held my hand close to his heart it felt, Like ring nebula which got Messier 57 times. But God his touch so enchanting, Those apocalypse lips making kissing feel, Like NGC 6302 and damn he gives me those butterfly. Together we had started painting the Andromeda on our canvas, "Aphrodite, my love" he said, as he glanced into my brunette eyes, "I would love you in this catastrophic world & provide you with the best I can offer, for you my love has given meaning to my life." & slowly my hands went on his lips as my blood rushed down the surface of my cheek making me blush like blooming cherry, "Oh dear", I said " You already have spoken all 5 love languages, What more could I ask for, For you my love has given me the most precious gift". Languorously I lived in the multitudes like loner, For I lived mutterseelenallein. Until a day I found a soul solici...