Amorous 'zeal',shuffled the 'feel',forlorn state is in 'seal' Let it 'heal',drugging the frigid 'breath' , twilight at its 'zenith' It's time to 'bequeath',imbibing 'toxicity' found 'serendipity' Sensed bit more 'amorphicity',never ending 'arduous' a path too 'oblivious'
Smoldering 'desire' ,'heir' of my four wall 'liar' 'Rare' embers of it 'tickling' ,soul felt the 'jolting' Eternal sparkle 'arousing' the 'tempo' of passion 'show' Warmth in its 'glow','painted' hues of touch we 'searched'.
Breaking all the 'obstacles' ,felt the 'miracle',love! The 'Oracle' Blazing in 'sequel',regal 'night' festooning new 'height' Black welkin's 'light' ignited the vanishing 'lane' like a 'sane' The cry of passion's 'pain' slowly moves 'down' by nature's 'moan'
Emily, you know that poems are not just written words. They are the soft taps of reassurance for everyone, that it's okay to be imperfect, unique and misunderstood. They are the moments that define you, lull you to sleep, and pull you back up. . How far away from home are you? How are you measuring it? Whenever you are awake, remember, to build your wall so high, that your mind stays, on the 'other side'. Persistent. Fearless. . The aroma is soft. And whatever you pulled, Emily, drop that. Your soul is perching on the petals of gold. And now you're walking on a poem, aesthetic, and poignant. . It's your turn. The moon is full. Your light is real. . -Monali.