Her Fusion of Words

⩇⩇2 : My tome

My tome

❛❛You are the tome I longed for to pen.
I longed for to have the anticipating excitement.

I covet you to ensnern every readers' oculus and cardiac coronary ticker even though they're still on the ephitet leaf.

You are the tome that I yearn to emplace a lot of adherences,
since you cause my organ that pumps blood through the blood vessels,

feel a different kind of electrical impulse in the sinoatrial node, abnormally.

You evoke my myocardium.
You are that tome that'll be there every step of the way as if it was in compendium.

I will dissect you into visuddhimagga-x94.
Soliloquists shalt quod discern that you are my range of view and my basic theme.

I have to lock on that those verso must have it's satiety,
Straight dope shalt be told that I'm topsy-turvy intoxicated with you.

The macrocosm will know that you had me at hello.

As a component of it,
you as a tome has its concede prolegomenon, you're my genesis.

I'll be scribbling the sound made by air passing out through your larynx and upper respiratory tract, since you are my tome, my dramatis personae.

I'll  formulate an awe-inspiring vista
that will set as my most uplifting anamneses.
You'll be that tome that I'll be revering for the rest of my life.

You are that tome I penned that let me feel, thanatophobia.

With that, I want to retain you.
I want you to be my tailpiece.
I want you to exist in my life for a life time,
cause you never fail to let my Labia oris,
smile.

I want to grow old with you and be with me  forever cause you are the love of my life, my tome, my fated soul mate.

There is no one,
I'd rather steal blankets from
until my final twitch...❞