Unparalleled

...to that someone she always wished is there. But...

You are strangely the paragon of my very own paradox,

Your every yes is my no, you agree when I don't,

You speak when I'm done, you joke when I'm down,

You smile when I cry, your laugh makes me frown. 

You are the subject of discourse of each of my words,

You are the ink of my pen, the centerpiece of my works,

You are the letters of each line, the lines of each lies,

You're the contrast of my epistle, your words against mine.

You are the ironic oxymoron in my verses of rondeau,

You are the exaggerated hyperbole of my plain pedantic metaphor,

You are the anaform of allusion in my allegorical alliteration,

You are simply the denouement of this tragical dramatic poem.

You are the reality of my contradicting figures of speech,

The strength of my fist to fight out those tragedies,

The weakness of my tears to startle my shivering knees,

The hurricane of perfection that haunts my fears.

You are the pulling forces within my inner soul,

Who looks me in the eyes to tell I was wrong,

Who whispers on my ears to say I am right,

The tune of my conscience to lead the path of my life.

You are a fortuity in the constancy of my everyday world,

My by-chance of lack in opportunity which beholds,

You are the inconnu who bears a soothing familiarity,

The faceless unfamiliar face who runs around in public.

You are the picture of my artless idealistic naivety,

The pigments on my canvas, soaking it monochromatically,

The rouge stain in my bones whenever winter says hello,

The rainbow in my sky before teardrops could evenly fall. 

You are the beginning who started my story's first chapter,

The punctuation of every sentence I inked on the paper,

The plume in my hand dancing tango with the quiescence,

The period of my novel who ended my happily ever after.

You are the adversity of the lurking desire in me,

You seem like a hum of cherubim to silence my monster within,

You are an angel without a halo who always smiles divinely,

The light of my path incandescently flaring to breakfree.

You are the sun of my night, the moon of my day.

You are the stars in my raven sky glittering a sincere bright.

You are the oxygen that sustain the breathing of my life.

Yes, you are the oxygen I breathe, you absent so I die.

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