O You think what is fidelity, what is love?!
A bond that even a cynical misanthrope would abound!
This is like a machine shooting out the tennis balls
To keep you alive and kicking and aim the racquet of your heart
How do you feel this exercise of your soul
So agile and eager, like an owl in the night!
I wouldn’t even care a hoot at the moon…
Life is just like the cream of love you can spoon
What? Such delicatessen even all your ivory towers of fantasy aren’t as precious!
Would you even imagine all your gold of true love is wrapped to your core deep as bone
This love cannot even be a containment in totality of expression embellished or engraved in the most precious stone!
And yet, you wouldn’t even be bothered to shout it out through a megaphone!
Just silent moments, the laughter of joy mingled with the air in your countless strands of hair!
Your pet is worth every lively lovely stare!
When you thank any divinity, any profundity that begat
this loyalty that had you so rapt even when lost to death, but with you for eternity sat
Like the castle you imagined that only had a decorum for love
But so chaotically Paradisical that even the lapidary of love’s ornamentation, Cupid (or Gemini) would break into a a song!
Where do you find such a bark so appetising as a chocolicious bite?
You can fathom a beauty of innocence in such infinite ritualistic rite
Just an evening or morning walk! Just a stalk that bears this invisible mythical flower
leaving you motionless and yet racing with such instrumentally demonstrative power!
I sit but brief, this cherished petite wonder and yet so eternal
I can count all my blessings in this valuable lesson so smallishly, overwhelmingly, omnipotent!
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