My Love Proses

Prose 24: Poem not Prose

Lascivious, prurient and merciless,
Self-proclaimed love, isn't that ain't to upbring?
For a heart that's supple nor can be flexed —

In a lucid feelings they'll tend to cling;
And thou shall not follow,
The re-temporaries and bliss,
Yes, I tell you
Lust won't contract some any wedding ring.

Lost, battered, obliviate
Never a gut
Slitted gut to alleviate,

I'm nowhere to find
Mere mystique did take inclined,
On through islands in boundaries
Underneath whirlpools, void and seas
Casual, 'twas once you for me;
Shall be free and to feel glee
So, love classic, break off less hate,
Then, thou be midst and wait
For the Lord,
Our God

What was more than acidulous, dangerous and pernicious
Is the lost petals of nemesis
By tranquil, bliss and rapture—

Couldn't appease a nirvana to occur
Off from hand on hand,
The love he felt; change suddenly,
And retransfrom from joy to painful vacivity



She was broken
She was sick
She was torn
She was in triste, then;

Her petal was left with dismal gloom
Then mournfully whispers,
"I know I'll never get bloom."
Adhering the real realm of fake golds,

Expatiating tests and insouciant hindrances,
Love and war
All true fair with all glances,
A glances that'll stay from a far
Immuring in and out, nothing will make it mar

Through delicate light,
I'd overseen your silhouette
Where was once I remembered you lied,
A bittersweet lie
When you say;
"By the time you came into my life,

My heart went wild, then died
I guess, no gracile can't hide it out
Feelings that I still love you,
Deep within my heart inside."

Yes, you are obliquely counterparted
Yes, you are furtively counterfeited
Yes, you are just seeming build—
Seemingly filthed, mucked, glimed and counterbased, but;

You ain't stop reconnecting
You ain't pause learning
And, you ain't recluse burning
Thus;

Beam and glee reign upon you
Thee can't find any blue clue, yet—
Eitherway, you just spoke-filled your only levitational haven, like;
"Trust me, if they'll fail and fell from their emblem,
Surely, Satan's hell
Will all be ready to catch them."

The god—wicked of all wicked,
Never been a collection through transience
For he is the power of all hopes,

Heartbreaks and love with all thick-headed
No fire burning, not even one evanescence


I prayed and prayed for man
But, hey you whisper;
"You'll just stay forever as his fan"
Stink, my heart shrieked of one thought,
Hell yeah, who said Cupid isn't a self-taught?


In the end,
I choose to stay
I choose to believe
I choose to be with our Lord
Like the way I did told:
"I will wait,
'Cause your good will
Is something, I can't afford."

In a limpid linguistic of mind,
By chance on friendship where 'twas fine and kind
Thou sailed through the moon, then;

Nailed by the pious sun
Apropos to what we find, enemies came out then bind
Bind with a good champagne,
And in blind lime
Spitting the sour of fact in heaven,
This is what we've been through;
I am yours,
And you are mine.

Between circuitous athanasy,
Off to crossroads in cessation and immortality
What was once a limerence,

Now has gone into eternity
I've tried to intertwined our fingers, but then;
She did went wild and free, thus
Let my heart vacate the essence of one
truth,
That you and me,
Sitting together
Will never ever be.

Magnificenti, that's what lovers real spit,
A dark one then two he'll adumbrate
Should they dine on space or enclosed to fit?
Saging rage, bricks don't signifies both
For the both of them harnessed the pleasure of loaths

I got what she likes
I got the succor of her dreams
I got the wonderful scheme what she real dealt for us
To be together in loopholes and interweave,
Rain or shine;
No one's gonna infuse to leave, thus
If a lady dates a man with no waste,
Come sit,
I'll brew a coffee of your taste