The Fleeting Blush In Frozen Time

"The Fleeting Blush In Frozen Time" is a romantic and introspective poem that explores the speaker's all-consuming passion for Lass Magnificence.

Verse 1

Purity, crystal clarity. Glimmer unfeigned

Vividly, thy honesty thy dignity, distinct;

O spectacle of a gaze

In a fleeting blush

Rosy as can be

Upon unpretentious cheeks

Frozen in time

Yet prolonged as a wish of life

Beyond the longest moment

In awareness of thine alluring smile, not time

 

Verse 2

Thy blush a tell tale

Of all time and future time

To specificity of thine thoughts

Guarded in thine modesty

As mine heartbeat succumbs

To thine graceful saunter

Stride for stride, lub and dub

Light and easy; lub, and dub

O what magnificence I behold!

O what a lass!

 

Verse 3

Now reclining myself

To unthinkable relations:

Thou O Fear, art mine friend

My indiscretions constrained

In thine refusal to allow

A whisper of sweet words

Unto Lass Magnificence

A desire of my lips

Gushing from my emotive pool

My love expressed, unmeasured yet so heartily true

 

Verse 4.

Lub and dub my circadian persists

Step and stride thine saunter recurs

What a day, O new day!

Once more, I elect a new old choice

To drift out of your vision

At the prompting of my friend

Hiding my comprehensible face

From thine presence, regality and elegance

Lest my deep desires be discerned

By the wisdom in thine blush unto mercy

 

 

Verse 5.

O Exousia undeniable

In splendour, poise and weakness

Thy song compelleth

The lips and the ears

In ambience and distinction of solace

Thy soul in teary note: “I ain’t immune,

In mine bosom a swell inflating

To the tempo of thy throb.”

Undeniably Lass Magnificence

Lub my Lass, and dub: on, and on, and on

 

 

Verse 6.

Pensively, in solace: Thy soft acquiescent look

Fixed to my eyes, yielding no ground.

A gaze breezily locked not to avoid

That thy sway be at play with my stray

In judgement of vision denied by mine intentional stray

Opportune in all circadian meets

Hoo! Sighs my viscera: Hoo!

All words escape me

Professing, nonetheless, in my failing strength that:

Fear: Thou art my friend no more.

 

Verse 7.

Bewildered eyes! Gaped mouths!

Acutely aware of passionate moans

Tied tight in embrace of souls agreeable

Panting grunts of ecstasy unhindered

Silence: Dizzy silence, A well-exhaled sigh.

I behold thee. Stunning yet serene

Thine eyes open from momentous slumber

There it is! The blush! The smile! No tension

I love thee

 

Captivated in thine brown eyes and soft sweet laughter

Resonating these from time frozen

I love thee, my Lass

 

O newest of days? lub and O yeah dub:

Jointly, pulsating in phase.

Into our future

Thine hand in mine

Author's Note

ignore grammar