Poetry

1. REBORN TO LOVE
She was 100 years old; yet the blood that flowed through her intricate veins; insatiably
yearned to a frolic like a teenaged damsel; once again,
She was 100 years old; yet the expressions on her shriveled chin; could captivate even
the most remotely alien; in a spell of exotically never ending enchantment,
She was 100 years old; yet the impeccable whites of her fading eyes; unraveled a tale
of poignant nostalgia; and resplendently unprecedented charm,
She was 100 years old; yet the melody in her bountifully wavering voice;
unsurpassably enshrouded traumatized hearts; with perennially rhapsodic happiness,
She was 100 years old; yet the emphatically embossed lines on her palm; celestially
depicted a tale of sheer majesty to; bloomingly unfurl,
She was 100 years old; yet the tenacity in her diminutively feeble footsteps; was
enough to face the acrimoniously advancing army; beautifully singlehanded,
She was 100 years old; yet the magical smile on her divinely lips; still enlightened
countless paths besieged with murderously barbaric gloom; with rays of
unprecedented euphoria,
She was 100 years old; yet the astounding enigma in the lines of her forehead; spoke
fathomless volumes of an angel; gallivanting in unfathomable
entrenchments of untamed desire,
She was 100 years old; yet the determination in her fragile bones; was irrefutably
enough; to survive for a countless more births yet to poignantly unveil,
She was 100 years old; yet the ecstasy in her nascently subdued taste buds; was
overwhelming enough; to taste the most appetizing morsels of eclectically titillating
food,
She was 100 years old; yet the desires in her majestic soul; were a philanthropic ocean;
to ubiquitously unite and serve all; mankind,
She was 100 years old; yet the impregnable ardor of her ideals; was a miraculous
rainbow of optimistic hope; Herculean strength; and an everlasting will to bless all
humanity,
She was 100 years old; yet the astounding titillation of her shadow; was still as
luminescent as that of a freshly born immaculate infant,

2. She was 100 years old; yet the overpowering effulgence that tinkled as she walked;
was a garden of blissfully tranquil and exotically fragrant enchantment,
She was 100 years old; yet the impressions of her heavenly feet; were a cloud
of perpetually endowing happiness,
She was 100 years old; yet the symbiotic synergy that crawled through even the most
infinitesimal iota of her compassionate demeanor; was an ocean of unprecedented
enthrallment; and silken charm,
She was 100 years old; yet the Omnipotent artistry in her trembling fingers; was a
landscape of incredulously panoramic versatility; and ebullient color,
She was 100 years old; yet the fire in her sacrosanct breath; the unparalleled ardor in
her fulminating heart; was an unconquerable fortress; of an infinite more redolent
lives,
And she was 100 years old; yet the immortal love in her heart was just the same when
our eyes had first met; as she unassailably took birth as my lover once again; even
after she had abdicated her last puff of vital breath .