"Alas, 'tis life, 'tis life, I adore!" My ironic interjection.
Heir of my springtime, hold this precious gem I finely made.
Reach me out as I feel it--my metamorphosis. I now am in my redirection;
"And I shall put you in my red pouch," you said. "akin to my luscious lips."
Man of my dreams, my spring, would you let me give you tulips?
Enchanted as I speak before you, how could it be possible for this life to bear this creature?
My Lord, from my suppressed life that I have put in minuscule,
Maximize, I maximize! They grow, I perceive it from here.
As I take a glance, I shall appreciate this blessed place anew!
No place could precede this--series of my transformations.
Utopia, I had not seen you for a very long time!
Each day, I wonder how could you be this attainable?
"Love wanders," they speak in their customary living. Therefore, I express my serendipity!
O, apostrophe, from Earth, I admire your unfathomable-yet-fathomable corporeal!
Denotations utter and connotations think; the latter is my ideal.
Enclosed reality, I must not eagerly sight, for I live with these figures.
Notice me with the enticing eyes; this persistence I carry with this mighty saber.
Closed-eyes, I witness my dreamt cosmos granting me valor.
Interstellar, aye, my pleasant gaze; to you is my bestowal.
O, greatness of the North wind, give me my withdrawal!
Poetry shall save me from these storms, as I have known it.
O'er the tumult of my life, you came across fearlessly. With your pen, you are humble:
"Naught shall bear your salvation but through His abidance."
Crashing soul, it was my state, then; with your love, I shall wave them farewell!
Existence, with you, is now my known friend, and I feel it with its unfeigned embrace.
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