Rencontre, an experience akin to A strange, but beautiful deja vu, Rallied its way to us, And that was where we met. Thy tender, loving care always imparts an Uncanny glow of warmth that Enlivens a world wherein I breathe, feel, and muse. And the way you love me aggregates the weight No secular gauge suffices to measure. No one but we know how love Accounts for our life - Even the afterlife. I glean whatever I can, High and low, In the field where the sky is the limit, To nourish you, and foremost, To love you. Plowman as I am likened to, I submit to such a destiny - to resonate With every breath you take and Every beat of thy pumping heart. People keep asking me why I reiterate the four letters "L-O-V-E." "Because love rules, And that is why I thrive," said I in return. So I shall do nothing but Preach the religion of Love. Inconspicuous as my love may be, Time will reveal everything, For my commitment is axiomatic. Perhaps by the next dawn I shall be a nasty, old fellow With a pair of chapped hands. But aging will never eradicate The bud of my ever fervent love. Because along the stretch of my life, I will contribute every little thing To brew our love,like a bottle of Extraordinary vintage wine - We shall savor the nuances together. Whenever and wherever you throw yourself to me, I am overwhelmed by a spurt of euphoria - Only angels deserve it but So do I. Albeit we bid goodbye, the afterglow remains Lingering. Even the touch and aroma you leave Seem to never depart But sketch the silhouette of you. A charging sea swells may devour an island, Nonetheless it will never be gigantic enough To obliterate my rigid tenet - to love you fondly. How long shall the fire of love flare on? The answer is: Ad infinitum. ^^ --

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