I LOVED THEM MORE

I might have perhaps loved just my sacrosanct Mother and

eternal beloved during the tenure of my entire diminutively
impoverished life; by the blessings of the Omnipotent Lord,
But I loved them more than what the sweltering deserts could
ever have loved; pricelessly resplendent droplets of
rhapsodically mesmerizing rain.
I might have perhaps loved just my divinely mother and bountiful
beloved during each unfurling moment of my parsimoniously
destitute life; by the blessings of the
unassailable Lord,
But I loved them more than what lackadaisical mud could ever
have loved; beautifully dazzling ray of Godly Sunshine.
I might have perhaps loved just my heavenly mother and
triumphant beloved during every crimson dawn that unraveled
in my penuriously short-statured life; by the blessings of the
Omnipresent Lord,
But I loved them more than what dolorously beleaguered forests
could ever have loved; fantastically enigmatic titillation.
I might have perhaps loved just my compassionate mother and
newly-wed beloved during every hour that fabulously swept past
my mercurially timid life; by
the blessings of the everlasting Lord,
But I loved them more than what the amorphously estranged sky
could ever have loved; the vividly iridescent and spell binding
rainbow.
I might have perhaps loved just my magnanimous mother and
unflinching beloved during every shade of my inexplicably
bereaved life; by the blessings of the Omniscient Lord,
But I loved them more than what the rambunctiously unruly bees
could ever have loved; the timelessly redolent fragrance of the
dew drop anointed and poignant rose.
I might have perhaps loved just my ubiquitous mother and
seductive beloved during every wind that swept past my
disastrously diminishing life; by the blessings of the unshakable
Lord,

But I loved them more than what the ecstatically fluttering

peacocks could ever have loved; the fathomlessly voluptuous
expanse of enthrallingly silken clouds.
I might have perhaps loved just my priceless mother and
inimitable beloved during every path that I tread in my stingily
decrepit life; by the blessings of the unconquerable Lord,
But I loved them more than what the brutally emaciated shores
could ever have loved; the ravishingly undulating swirl of
jubilantly tangy waves.
I might have perhaps loved just my indomitable mother and
humanitarian beloved during every breath that I exhaled in my
nonchalantly oblivious life; by the blessings of the boundlessly
proliferating Lord,
But I loved them more than what the remorsefully deserted
mirror could ever have loved; the uninhibitedly sparkling ocean
of celestial reflection.
I might have perhaps loved just my timeless mother and
ingratiating beloved during every impediment that I encountered
in my truculently abridged life; by the blessings of the limitlessly
benign Lord,
But I loved them more than what the obnoxiously emaciated
blades of sordid grass could ever have loved; the majestically
shimmering cistern of tantalizing dewdrops.
And I wholeheartedly admit; that I might have perhaps loved just
my blissful mother and gorgeous beloved during every beat that
I throbbed in my obfuscatedly lugubrious life; by the blessings of
the effulgently glowing Lord,
But I loved them more than what the devastatingly dying nostril
could ever have loved; fragrantly mellifluous entrenchments of
resplendently fresh breeze.