Nicholas Nikolov (April.6,1988 / Toronto)
It only is but a measurement;
constantly tries to interfere with enjoyment.
It is always hoping to end our love enchantment
that will never and not let it crumble our battlement.
Hence, never will this force deter our amusement;
unable to despair the years-to-come thrilling moments.
All of the days we spent together, keep each other as a sentiment.
The shocking truth in that we disbelieve our bamboozlement,
and at no time, it will ever receive a drop of our aggrandizement.
With multiple desperate attempts to prevent our achievement –
fails immediately – in actuality, it only furthers our endearment;
our love is truly going to keep the severity of our commitment;
sentencing an utmost terrible, yet much deserved punishment
that is a life banishment.
Far into old age with you – the purity of love remains a bedazzlement,
and everlastingly treasure each heart-warming embracement;
as even in death, all will applaud in wonderment.
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