Since the time I sighted your mesmerizing eyes; their emphatic blackness shimmering incessantly,
I have simply forgotten all darkness; become oblivious to the descending of every night.
Since the time I sighted your voluptuous lips; the stupendous pink embodied profoundly on their silhouette,
I have simply forgotten all color; have become blind to the millions of scarlet rose protruding from soil.
Since the time I sighted your cascading hair; the silken sheen majestically glimmering from them in brilliant sunlight,
I have simply forgotten all softness; have become embarrassingly unaware of the fluffy robes that draped my persona.
Since the time I sighted your intricate nails; the way you scratched them into your skin when agitated,
I have simply forgotten all ornaments; have become completely numb to the most poignant of caress and touch.
Since the time I sighted your cheeks; the enchanting tinge of crimson circumventing your skin,
I have simply forgotten all complexion; become a perfect alien to the blood circulating in my veins.
Since the time I sighted your nose; the moist air diffusing from your nostrils mystically enlivening the dead atmosphere,
I have simply forgotten all breeze; the very breath that circulated in my lungs; kept me alive.
Since the time I sighted your rosy tongue; the incredulously melodious voice that drifted each time you opened your mouth,
I have simply forgotten all sound; have become deaf to the most thunderous of voice permeating into my eardrum.
Since the time I sighted your palm; the enigmatic lines bifurcating it splendidly to portray your destiny,
I have simply forgotten all designs; treat with abhorrent contempt the most marvelous of painting suspended from royal walls of the palace.
Since the time I sighted your scintillating earring; the tinkling noise it made each time you gently nodded your head,
I have simply forgotten all shine; was wholesomely drowned into the glow it emanated for times immemorial.
Since the time I sighted your heart; the way it violently throbbed every time you confronted me,
I have simply forgotten all entities on earth; thoroughly lost in the intensity of its beat; the tremors it ignited on each occasion; and the language of my mind it spoke; as I held it near.
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