Tour de Force

Now that we’re having an a deux,

I’ll offer my queen a billet-doux

To assimilate my sentiments for you

And all my endearments that grew

 

I’d like to divulge my passion,

Not just by words but also in action

‘Cause it’s hard to keep in my heart,

Like clenching a card in “Baccarat”

 

This frozen heart of mine,

You make it as sweet as wine

How does spring arrive from snow?

My fascinating anecdote goes:

 

The Eclipse between two cores,

Out of a sudden abruptly occurs,

Never been foretold by Augur

‘Cuz the Deity let it bore

 

‘Til the astral dazzled by lunule

And made it girdle to they think he’s a fool,

But the fragmental one, swivel as a whole,

Since then, it supervene the ‘bull’

 

Ere, the stellar consumed by undying odium,

Subsequently, it bursts out in pandemonium

And evolve into warmhearted helium,

That’s been addicted to her like opium

 

Even though, she’s not that luminous

Compared to others gifted with nous

Still he’s captivated and doesn’t wanna lose

The bony, lovely virtuoso he chose

 

‘Eres hermosa’,’sei bellissima’ & ‘tu sei perfetto’

Flowery, convoluted and also Bor·deaux,

To describe you is its solitary purpose

But if not, it’s like the shame death of Augus

 

 

All my talents I’ll offer too,

Including these verses dedicated to you

You can say that they’re my entire masterpiece

Cause it’s written for my “missing piece”

 

I am weak for I’m a mere writer,

Words maybe just shards of letters,

But if you bind it’ll be a gem brighter

That will tell you, “You’re not a goner”!

 

Not anymore, for I’m here for you,

The rebel turns to a knight anew

Just to slay anyone who

Makes my alluring princess blue!

 

Out of billions, I found the single person

Worthy enough to love without any reason

Because she’s different in my own vision

So, to protect her with my all is my mission

 

But many are my rivals to vanquish,

When I see them with you, I really anguish!

But I remember that ‘love is not jealous’,

So, I’ll just show you my deep zealous

 

The utopian in my tragic world,

The true diamond among the fake gold,

The anchor in my stormy venture

And the last believer when all show censure

 

So, the decisions I made are just

And all my promises will not rust,

All for my beloved one, I must!

And if I’ll never do I swear I’ll turn to dust!

 

Your beautiful name,”Naomi”

How come it isn’t in the dictionary?

If it’s the most gorgeous word for me,

It’s ok! Remember, you’re the real beauty, dear Naomi!

This poem is about: 
Me

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