Poetry

1. THE ONLY MISSION
The only mission that my hands were born for; was to defend your magnificently
enchanting entity; from the most inconspicuous iota evil lingering around,
The only mission that my legs were born for; was to transport you invincibly safe; to
the most splendidly rejuvenating destination of your choice,
The only mission that my eyes were born for; was to enshroud your life with
brilliantly majestic sight; enlightening your every disparagingly gloomy path with
profoundly optimistic light,
The only mission that my tongue was born for; was to flood each aspect of your
monotonously languid existence; with the sound of enamoringly melodious
happiness,
The only mission that my lips were born for; was to trigger an everlasting smile upon
the impeccable contours of your face; kiss you till times beyond eternal infinity,
The only mission that my teeth were born for; was to perspicaciously disentangle the
thorns from the fruits you ate; pulverize all the gruesome impediments that came
your way,
The only mission that my shadow was born for; was to entrench your royal
countenance from all sides; with incredulously fabulous enigma; and mystically
tingling excitement,
The only mission that my neck was born for; was to dexterously drift for you in an
infinite directions; finding you the ultimate clouds of paradise; which you had
perennially desired,
The only mission that my fingers were born for; was to maneuver you like an
invincible fortress even in the most treacherous of darkness; even in the most
insidiously bizarre moments of life,
The only mission that my ears were born for; was to indefatigably massacre those
diabolical voices trying to ghastily perpetuate through your pristine surroundings;
decimate even the most infinitesimal trace of obnoxious sound before it could arise,
The only mission that my blood was born for; was to impregnate all those
despairingly lackluster moments of your bedraggled life; with an insurmountably
overpowering aroma; more poignant than the rain pelting down,

2. The only mission that my versatility was born for; was to marvelously fulminate the
artist lingering profusely in each of your ecstatically royal senses; engender you to
erupt into an unfathomable myriad of bountiful directions,
The only mission that my mind was born for; was to propel you to tirelessly fantasize;
dream in an ocean of incomprehensibly silken charm; oblivious to the manipulative
vagaries of the uncouth world outside,
The only mission that my lashes were born for; was to ignite the flirtatious child in
your charismatic persona; make you feel every instant as if blooming with the freshest
cry of blissful life,
The only mission that my patriotism was born for; was to unrelentingly march
forward till the time you achieved your absolute goal in life; wholesomely evict
the flurry of disastrously abominable traitors hovering around your divine
countenance,
The only mission that my skin was born for; was to sequester your immaculately
shivering visage; from the acrimonious rays of midday Sun; as well as avalanches
of gruesomely freezing winter,
The only mission that my soul was born for; was to perpetually ensure that your
irrefutably heavenly spirit continued to robustly exist; even centuries after you had
died,
The only mission that my breath was born for; was to make you forever live with the
astronomical fervor of life; witness you magnificently blossom into a fountain of
resplendently dancing moonlight,
And the only mission that my heart was born for; was to immortally grant you the
love of your destined life; not only for this; but fathomless more exotically vibrant
lifetimes .