A TRUE LOVER

A true lover isnt one who fanatically chops every part of his
fingers for the sake of his magical beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to invincibly fortify her blissful grip
upon the limitlessly enchanting canvas of this enamoring planet;
instead.
A true lover isnt one who deliriously slices every part of his
brain for the sake of his eternal beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to augment her resplendently spellbinding fantasies an infinite times more than planet infinity;
instead.
A true lover isnt one who ruthlessly pulverizes every part of his
foot for the sake of his bountiful beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to reinforce even the most evanescent
element of her nimbly dwindling stride; instead.
A true lover isnt one who tyrannically blinds every part of his
eye for the sake of his jubilant beloved; but one who perpetually
uses the same to unassailably drift her only towards the
pathways of panoramically uninhibited righteousness; instead.
A true lover isnt one who diabolically slashes every part of his
ear for the sake of his insuperable beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to timelessly discern all those devilish
sounds that dared come near her; instead.
A true lover isnt one who sadistically knives every part of his
chest for the sake of his redolent beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to compassionately sequester her
against all truculent rain and storm; instead.
A true lover isnt one who cadaverously cuts every part of his
veins for the sake of his effulgent beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to build bonds of unconquerably
symbiotic humanity with her; instead.
A true lover isnt one who indiscriminately massacres every part
of his tongue for the sake of his holistic beloved; but one who

perpetually uses the same to beautifully smother each bit of

cynical dryness that insidiously crept into her persona; instead.
A true lover isnt one who hedonistically dries every part of his
blood for the sake of his mesmerizing beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to humanitarianly reinvigorate her
inevitably deteriorating body systems; instead.
A true lover isnt one who criminally squelches every part of his
bones for the sake of his poignant beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to fearlessly reinforce newfound
temerity in her; to face even the most uncouthly demonic aspect
of life;
instead.
A true lover isnt the one who barbarously axes every part of his
lips for the sake of his tantalizing beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to make her feel the most desired
woman on this fathomless Universe; instead.
A true lover isnt the one who meaninglessly crucifies every part
of his arms for the sake of his iridescent beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to unflinchingly persevere with her in
every philanthropically egalitarian mission of life; instead.
A true lover isnt the one who treacherously bludgeons every
part of his belly for the sake of his ardent beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to cushion her lugubriously dreary
scalp in each inexplicably distressing situation of hers; instead.
A true lover isnt the one who unsparingly batters every part of
his teeth for the sake of his emollient beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to chew each bit of obdurately
slandering cynicism that came her way; instead.
A true lover isnt the one who horrendously beheads every part
of his neck for the sake of his ecstatic beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same to make her unabashedly swerve in an
atmosphere of ubiquitously ameliorating equanimity; instead.
A true lover isnt the one who wretchedly aborts every part of his
virility for the sake of his blessed beloved; but one who

perpetually uses the same to indefatigably unite with her and let
the chapters of holistic proliferation continue on this planet for a
countless more births yet to unveil; instead.
A true lover isnt the one who sinfully erases every part of his
shadow for the sake of his altruistic beloved; but one who
perpetually uses the same stupendously mollify each of her
acrimoniously agitated senses; instead.
A true lover isnt the one who venomously butchers every part of
his nostrils for his fabulous beloved; but one who perpetually
uses the same to impregnate inimitable heavens of
quintessential breath into each of her dying breath; instead.
And a true lover isnt the one who idiotically kills every part of
his heart for his priceless beloved; but one who perpetually uses
the same to immortally bond
her into the passionate beats of unshakably everlasting love;
instead .