The Glistening Awe Poem by Cyriac Maliakkal

The love was dynamic in a oddball manner.
The love of two men with a lady that didn't sparkled heartly
The perch of the love was rawness and whimsical.
A bad smell of infatuation hiked
Around the blood cells.
The silhouette of the story of love,
Love is not a thing of funk.
Lovers are almost preppy but hearts were tangled in sensory.
The aspect of two lovers
Ravish and ravish.

A pat of love words cherished the elusive heart of the woman.
The two lovers urged the lady to love.
She was not well ramp to pal the two lovers.
She was not allowed to subvert heart-her inner peace.
The two men had tingled her with words.
One with keen and other with lenient
She entreated for love words.
She was intuitive.
They couldn't purloin her figurative heart.
Her grace was not fussy, it was a balm for the two lovers.
They met her mind with a time of span

She adhered her aunthetic love.
Her soul of love was authentic and the preservance of that lovers was always toted in her mind.
She could not tally them something had retroded her
She was afraid of, the emerging carcinogen of contaminations..
Her relentless heart was not endorsed their spine of embossed niche.
Her love was fragrant embraced their soul.
Her heart was convivial and her conviviality was wary.
She had perched a ravishing heart.
It was not dominate over the composed hearts
Her inherent love is fraternity
They could not seize her heart because het love was nor versatile.
She couldn't sparkke her as am impersonate in the hearts of the two evokers.
The two lovers are outcrops of the hurtle between the hearts.
She was very cagey to preserve her intrepidity,
That is her resplendent adroitness.