Perennial is the facet of a river
Can it be accorded to her?
Persistent is the asset of a spring,
Can that tenor ring true of him?
Pervasive would the tone in her voice,
Can it brook trust amid vice?
Poignant are the memories puncturing my thoughts,
Is that a mirror of problems fraught?
Passive became a friendship,
As the mind wrestled with courtship.
Portentous was her claim,
Of longevity and its eventual maim.
Probing her senses,
Of fulfillment and satisfaction,
Of desires and dreams,
Of fantasy and reality,
I resolve to reap the fruit of love
Latent in the weeds of rejection.
Aid me in this search, oh friend,
For no fiend would value a mind as much!
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