When she saw me; she made me feel that I was the most handsome man on this earth,
I felt as if God had cast his omnipotent eyes on me; granting my persona an impeccable status to survive.
When she talked to me; she made me feel that I was tangible and existing,
I felt as if God had whispered mystically in my dreams; making me imbibe the essence of life.
When she smiled at me; she made me feel that I was someone extra special,
I felt as if God had granted me reprieve from my plethora of sins; inundated my soul with loads of happiness.
When she ran her fingers through my hair; she made me feel that I was a messenger of love,
I felt as if God had blessed me with his sacrosanct palms; impregnated in my visage the tenacity to live and let live.
When she held my hands; she made me feel that I had a fortress to lean upon,
I felt as if God had endowed me with unsurpassable resilience; his shadow to seek solace in my times of bizarre distress.
When she fed me with ravishing food; she made me feel that I was never hungry,
I felt as if God had perpetually filled my stomach; stuffed it with the most sumptuous meal available in this world.
When she tickled me frivolously in my ribs; she made me feel the stupendous exultation of existence,
I felt as if God had returned me back my innocuous childhood; placed upon an immortal bed of dreams.
When she put me to sleep; she made me feel that I was blissfully breathing,
I felt as if God had exorbitantly rewarded me for my day; showering upon my dreary eyes the virtue of eternal rest.
And when she kissed me; she made me feel that I had infinite reasons to live,
I felt as if God had given me the greatest treasure of my life; made me the richest person in past and pragmatic present; to be alive.
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