My… he was.. ’twas… like a zephyr on a wilting summer’s day..
… like the benign luminescence of a refulgent star that gently beckons as eventide dons her cloak of darkness..
..like an oasis enticing in a land arid and grown restive to be sated..
..like the primordial lilt of the surf coddling the wearily sentient..
..like the hushed fancies of nostalgia’s bittersweet yearning pandered to..
..like a cup that did runneth over with unscathed amorousness..
..like the heady aroma of a tropical blossom on a sweltering day..
…’twas an especial love that dared ventured to scale the precarious heights of Nirvana..
…’twas, alas foreordained doom.
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