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honeydumplin · 07-23-2014, 05:23 AM

Cynosure, in colour do hither horizons,
Cascading clouds of cardio boxes;
Exposing red oxen, imposing blue foxes,
Cloistered by the bison.

Extolled in ha-ha humility,
Gound laconically aslope in allure,
It yields, yearns, and earns an undefiled feat
So dogmatically pure.
Neutral, non-variable, Yet consistently constant, Love is conception of styles; Without contempt, per the pre contentious, It blinds the dark face of the wiles.
In light which conqueres not eruption of power, But mines the gems of candor and valor; For lust may be a volcanic arrival, Only love will render a survival.
Conditionally, it revolves a carousel convection. Unconditionally, it crosses Simplicity in a centrifugal cast of conviction.
No, not quilted in clandestine condescension; More wrapped with wreaths and blankets of faith. A face to face ascension.

It can break the heart with Wonderful words, and brisk Predestined passion, then Knead and mend the breaks And bends on the heals Of common compassion.

Where lashes veil, blink, soft lips move mute, Noses near touches, tears becomes suit.
Where its liked to be loved, and loved to be liked;
Fate twisted so similarly
Acute.

07-23-2014, 05:23 AM	#9
honeydumplin Senior Member Join Date: Aug 2013 Posts: 115	cardio boxes Cynosure, in colour do hither horizons, Cascading clouds of cardio boxes; Exposing red oxen, imposing blue foxes, Cloistered by the bison. Extolled in ha-ha humility, Gound laconically aslope in allure, It yields, yearns, and earns an undefiled feat So dogmatically pure. Neutral, non-variable, Yet consistently constant, Love is conception of styles; Without contempt, per the pre contentious, It blinds the dark face of the wiles. In light which conqueres not eruption of power, But mines the gems of candor and valor; For lust may be a volcanic arrival, Only love will render a survival. Conditionally, it revolves a carousel convection. Unconditionally, it crosses Simplicity in a centrifugal cast of conviction. No, not quilted in clandestine condescension; More wrapped with wreaths and blankets of faith. A face to face ascension. It can break the heart with Wonderful words, and brisk Predestined passion, then Knead and mend the breaks And bends on the heals Of common compassion. Where lashes veil, blink, soft lips move mute, Noses near touches, tears becomes suit. Where its liked to be loved, and loved to be liked; Fate twisted so similarly Acute.