Treasure Island

Nicholas Nikolov

(April.6,1988 / Toronto)

Benevolence


Nighttime and daytime, both have veraciously blessed
my woebegone forlornness; for thee benevolently
made the most sincere desires of my heart true. Blissfully,
evermore, I shall remain in hypnotic bewilderment
of your sublime unyielding affection – bubbly
unconquerable; likewise, your genuine love beautifully
resides in me like night and day – a mainstay of bafflement,
since that moment our heart’s magnificently locked my beloved.
In addition, our boisterous love muscles blended,
so too, did our charming souls forever bonded.

Submitted: Friday, October 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013

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