What I Was Unconquerably Sure About
What tomorrow would bring for me in its exhilaratingly blissful winds; I didn't care; nor did have even the tiniest of longing to know,
But what I was unconquerably sure about was that; each ingredient of my emaciated eye ardently wanted towitness your divinely silhouette this very moment; without the slightest of hindrance in between and the recital of NO.
What tomorrow would bring for me in its graciously bountiful lap; I didn't care; nor did have even the most diminutive of longing to know,
But what I was unassailably sure about was that; each droplet of my trembling blood fervently wanted to blend with your philanthropically handsome goodness this very moment; without the slightest of impediments in between and the recital of NO.
What tomorrow would bring for me in its ingratiatingly inexplicable horizons; I didn't care; nor did have even the most parsimonious of longing to know,
But what I was unfathomably sure about was that; each line of my impoverished palm insatiably wanted to entwine with your majestically unfurling life this very moment; without the slightest of darkness in between and the recital of NO.
What tomorrow would bring for me in its royally resplendent swirl; I didn't care; nor did have even the most mercurial of longing to know,
But what I was invincibly sure about was that; each cracked contour of my lips triumphantly wanted to intermingle with your sensuously iridescent senses this very moment; without the slightest of morass in between and the recital of NO.
What tomorrow would bring for me in its enigmatically philandering breath; I didn't care; nor did have even the most remote longing to know,
But what I was boundlessly sure about was that; each vein of my abysmally faltering legs zanily wanted to coalesce with your benevolently humanitarian stride this very moment; without the slightest of duress in between and the recital of NO.
What tomorrow would bring for me in its celestially vibrant fabric; I didn't care; nor did have even the most oblivious longing to know,
But what I was indefatigably sure about was that; each chord of my preposterously scorched throat tumultuously wanted to slaver your Samaritan sweetness this very moment; without the slightest of treachery in between and the recital of NO.
What tomorrow would bring for me in its vividly coruscated dawn; I didn't care; nor did have even the most cloistered of longing to know,
But what I was impregnably sure about was that; each miserably bereaved bone of mine unrelentingly wanted the compassionate caress of your magical palms this
very moment; without the slightest of embroilment in between and the recital of NO.
What tomorrow would bring for me in its spell bindingly enamoring resplendence; I didn't care; nor did have even the most insipid of longing to know,
But what I was limitlessly sure about was that; each sordidly estranged pore of my flesh perennially wanted to bond with your rhapsodic melody this very moment;
without the slightest of bedlam in between and the recital of NO.
What tomorrow would bring for me in its enchantingly fragrant corridor; I didn't care; nor did have even the most infidel of longing to know,
But what I was fathomlessly sure about was that; each devastatingly diminishing breath of mine perpetually wanted to entwine with your altruistically fearless
life this very moment; without the slightest of inhibition in between and the recital of NO.
And what tomorrow would bring for me in its redolently euphoric wave; I didn't care; nor did have even the most ephemeral of longing to know,
But what I was supremely sure about was that; each beat of my gratuitously feckless heart immortally wanted to entrench with your love this very moment; without the slightest of hesitation in between and the recital of NO.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 14, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | AA AA AA AA AA AA AXA AXA AXA AA |
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Characters | 3,774 |
Words | 635 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 2 |
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