As the waves of time gently wash away my angst, I slowly peal the petals of remembrance from my heart, scrutinizing each filament, for a sign the words I crave once found home upon your lips.
Toying with the quill of Eros, you decorated my heart with the arrows of Chloris, transforming my essence into a lingering cloud of passion, waiting to condense and moisten the seeds of our romance.
As we strolled hand-in-hand, your voice flowed expressively, pulsing my eardrums with tango-like flare, your choral ululations, like the sirens call, left me moonstruck and bewitched by ardor.
Slowly, the butterfly of jealousy flapped its wings, for the kaleidoscope of desire reflected in your Iris-blessed eyes were mine, together, we alone would anchor the rainbow bridge to heaven.
My proposal of marriage only elicited tears of sadness, as your eddies of rejection befuddled me, for my love was sincere, you were my dream, the only thing missing was acceptance.