This poem expresses the speaker's desire for every part of their body and being to be forever blessed with holding aspects of the person being addressed. Each line describes a different part of the speaker (eyes, fingers, feet, etc.) and what it would hold if blessed, such as the contours of the person's face, the folds of their palms, their voice, and more. The last lines say that regardless of whether the speaker's heart is blessed or not, its beats will always hold the river of the person's immortal love and their sky of humanitarian godliness.

1. BLESSED OR NOT BLESSED
If the whites of my eyes were blessed forever to hold just a single thing;
then it would be nothing else but the Omnipotent contours of your
magnanimously disseminating face,
If my fingers were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would
be nothing else but the charismatically eternal folds of your bountifully
redolent palms,
If my feet were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be
nothing else but your unceasingly sacrosanct impressions; upon the
intrepidly unflinching trajectory of this stupendously mellifluous Universe,
If my blood was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would
be nothing else but your spirit of timelessly impregnable humanity; the
unfathomable ocean of blissful brotherhood that brilliantly drifted from
even the most infinitesimal of your senses,
If my scalp was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be
nothing else but your wonderfully gregarious and unconquerably divine
pat,
If my ears were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be
nothing else but your Omnisciently mitigating and inimitably spell binding
voice,
If my bones were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would
be nothing else but your peerlessly Herculean tenacity; to perennially
tower up for the cause
of philanthropically divine righteousness,
If my lips were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be
nothing else but your eternally resplendent and unshakably embracing
smile,
If my throat was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would
be nothing else but your perpetually unhindered sweetness; which
proliferated more indomitably than ever; in the mightiest of storms,
If my eyelashes were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it
would be nothing else but your unequivocally simplistic embellishment;
which inexhaustibly glistened as the most priceless imagery; in the
fathomlessly never-ending Universe,

2. If my arms were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would
be nothing else but your insuperably marvelous sweat; from which
radiated the true essence
of majestically truthful perseverance,
If my reflection was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it
would be nothing else but your stupendously unfathomably royalty; your
invincibly Omnipresent aura; that sent chills down to the last spine of
every tangible and intangible devil,
If my chin was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would be
nothing else but your unsurpassably endless meadow of pristine mischief;
your astoundingly unbeatable ability to enlighten even the most morbidly
eviscerating of atmosphere,
If my shoulders were blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it
would be nothing else but your spirit of unbelievably Samaritan
togetherness; poignantly coalescing every fraternity of living kind,
If my voice was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would
be nothing else but your sacredly unparalleled ideals; which handsomely
liberated the entire treacherously estranged planet; like the wail of a
innocuously new born child,
If my persona was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would
be nothing else but your infallibly fragrant tenacity; to wade through the
most cannibalistically parasitic of hurdles; like an unfettered silken prince,
If my conscience was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it
would be nothing else but your everlasting voice of symbiotically
humanitarian existence; which uninhibitedly let mother earth proliferate
for times beyond infinite infinity,
If my breath was blessed forever to hold just a single thing; then it would
be nothing else but your unending exhilaration to surge forward towards
the heavens of goodness; even after the coffins of veritably pulverizing
death,
But irrespective of whether my heart was forever blessed or not to hold
just a single thing; its beats would still hold nothing else but the river of
your immortal love; the sky of humanitarian godliness which enshrouded
everything fathomless kilometers around you and the center of your regale
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