Her magnificence is akin to a
Strutted peacock’s tail;

Her radiance is like the
Rippling curtains of the Northern Lights;

She is an awe-inspiring Energy
Traversing throughout all dimensions
Of physical reality.

Her solemn touch immerses thee
Into a transcendental moment
Full of joy and solace;

Her prodigious power transports thou
To a comatose sense of ecstasy.

With Her on thy side;
Despair, dejection and desolation
Fades away like the dying embers
Of a campfire on a starry night;

As the first daylight ushers, thou could
Behold Her true corporeal brilliance;
As alluring as the widest of stallions.

She is no mere being of flesh and blood;
She is God, speaking to thee,
Through a mortal, Earthly entity.

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Life’s menacing malady

It will never perish;
The human agony, that envelops thy memory,
Even after serene and caress nourish.
Is the spirit of life just like this?
Like a tyrant in terrible temperament.
Like a painful play
Of ever-lasting and ever-increasing melancholy and sorrow.
Pursuing an eternal route?
En route enduring brief intervals of
Momentary solace.

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