I desire to know that it exists. I need to know that it exists. I gravely desire some cognizance, no matter how diminutive or insignificant of some grandeur, unattainable emotion; that irrational passion that infuses my life with a slight tinge of joviality. The inner depths of my being long for this particular emotion to consume it. Far too long has melancholia characterize my current state of affairs. I greatly long for a modification, for a correctional attribute that shall make things more facile to bear. The luminescence needs to return to my life.
A Stanza
The bonds that manifested between us are of a different iteration
It is strange to feel such contentment, because it is not an emotion that I readily accept
We consider ourselves to be erudite intellectuals
The government is the intellectual acumen
As we derivatize and integrate with reckless abandon and equal aplomb
The momentum between us is currently accumulating
Our anatomies are tangibly linked to one another
The limit does not exist
In my most esteemed opinion, she has won. All the glory and merit is justifiably attributed to her. No one (holding the severity of their animosity insignificant), could negate this fundamental desire. No one could remove it from her being, for she is in sole possession of such a beauteous object. No one should bear the right to diminish her state of contentment. One should not be quick to judge the individuals involved, for this novel adventure is not a matter to one readily acclimates. But I believe that for the first time, the correct person has attained the prize. The forces of legitimacy are at work here.
Although she was gifted with a remarkable intellect, she was not equitably bestowed with remarkable facial features. Unfortunately, she is not innately pulchritudinous; thus, her appearance does not warrant any of the nicer adjectives. She is not corpulent; but perhaps her anatomy can be characterized as the extreme opposite. Her appeal lies elsewhere.
A Stanza
The bonds that manifested between us are of a different iteration
It is strange to feel such contentment, because it is not an emotion that I readily accept
We consider ourselves to be erudite intellectuals
The government is the intellectual acumen
As we derivatize and integrate with reckless abandon and equal aplomb
The momentum between us is currently accumulating
Our anatomies are tangibly linked to one another
The limit does not exist
In my most esteemed opinion, she has won. All the glory and merit is justifiably attributed to her. No one (holding the severity of their animosity insignificant), could negate this fundamental desire. No one could remove it from her being, for she is in sole possession of such a beauteous object. No one should bear the right to diminish her state of contentment. One should not be quick to judge the individuals involved, for this novel adventure is not a matter to one readily acclimates. But I believe that for the first time, the correct person has attained the prize. The forces of legitimacy are at work here.
Although she was gifted with a remarkable intellect, she was not equitably bestowed with remarkable facial features. Unfortunately, she is not innately pulchritudinous; thus, her appearance does not warrant any of the nicer adjectives. She is not corpulent; but perhaps her anatomy can be characterized as the extreme opposite. Her appeal lies elsewhere.
