I kept dreaming of her; the art of ardent colours she was,
A women with dazzling flare ran the esplanades of symphony 
Hitherto part of my life I decided to hold onto her breath 
I clench to the pay her fingers the big cabochons of idolatry;
Her divine aria ought to return the melodic pieces of oratorio;
Her florid flavours of embroidery aerated the verdure of my heart 
The deacon of darned roses with fascinating fabric was hard to bear, 
The trembling eyes with the unardent fear to sleep 
Losing her from the sight of descry;
Held with heeds and holiness to represent her vivid vignettes 
Insomniac passerine that aches deep down my bloody chambers;
Sung a warbling song of idealism and cuddling crusades to flow 
The frigidity of Minnesota’s winter 
The subtropical twigs of substantial grooves 
Obstinate orchids that bloom to be a cue of canonise
My obdurate pace through wobbles of statures and steeps 
Is all for her the only one to own my kernels of care 
Blend the beads of piquant pearl and unalloyed glitters of gold,
Adorned her majestic strokes of rectitude 
I was a subtly slaughtering of soothing lullaby and blood streams 
The fervour of fortuitous death has come,
I rest in peace beneath her glorified knees 
Swaddle me to the unearthed lands of farming 
Let my soul bloom to being the florets of infinite love 
Whispered the sand of reality enduring the present 
Though the man had met the coffin 
His pneuma of prophecy is still alive 
It awaits for the apparent age to arrive 
Living in eyes of baroness bearing the tears in the coat of arms 
Her perpetual palpebral of view were coercion crown 
I lay thy  twin balls of sapphire the pupils to sway 
That manage to purloin the vision of many 
Oh thy Madame queen your admiration 
A dyed in wool act that’s inevitable 
The last whit of warmth was drawn out 
By setting her luminous balls of sun 
Nothing less I melt as wax at wall sconce with 
the desire to see her at last once
The sung lull of motherhood is never heard
Romeo’s last words is memorial 
And so did her presence.

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