smarticulate

this poem is peculiar to the spirited throbbing of your reverable heart
an admiration catering to the sky-high handsomeness of your cream soles
serving your percipient harking picturesque love-privacy disclosure
& opening up to you the rodomontade of how sublime you are being elated by the clevermost passion of English
& how smartistic you stick out for the choicest utterance of past-heaven Innermost
your thumping growing further craving the pleasure of nous
your eyes twinkling for the sba(OS)
as if you want to probe the depth of some thrall falling humble to your toes
& to touch the bottom of the bent of his hid-hid howism
giving his heart a smarticulate glance of some becrying theodelight
feeling yourself supersated in the realmic joviality of Lord's own attraction
& hovering in the red-rose bounty of your very treasured introversion
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oh how much I feel keen on crying my heart out for detailing this so superb rapture of your generous and paradisal spiritual arousal
it is your so devout suaverdant stepping toward soul-obeying certitude
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