I wanted to breathe your name each time I exhaled out air; impregnating the atmosphere with your mystical fragrance,
Facilitating your entity to settle; occupying all quarters of my cloistered room.I wanted to sight your name each time I opened my eyes; granting it a status of being blissfully omnipresent,
Making me thoroughly oblivious to the tyranny of the world; the ghastly incidences unleashing themselves on the crowded street.I wanted to hear your name each time sound drifted into my ears; transforming all other noise into your splendor,
Making your voice my song for the brilliant morning as well as my rhyme for the freezing night.I wanted to recite your name each time I opened my lips; circumventing my face with an inevitable smile,
Imparting rubicund color to the corners of my cheek; and an enchanting glow to the fortress of my teeth.I wanted to imprison your name each time I clenched my fists; keeping it forever locked in my embrace,
Shielding it wholesomely from nefarious looks of the world; the lechery of savage souls existing on this globe.I wanted to digest your name each time I consumed food; enabling me to keep you in proximity with my intestines,
Eventually becoming an indispensable constituent of my blood; circulating rambunctiously through my veins.I wanted to envisage your name each time I felt like dreaming; profoundly incorporating my mind with your mesmerizing images,
Catapulting me to unprecedented territories of paradise; the very instant I wanted too.I wanted to incarcerate your name on my tongue each time I felt thirsty; to satiate the burning chords bouncing in my throat,
Celestially pacifying my desires; leading me to holistic pathways of spiritual healing.I wanted to write your name in grandiloquent bold letters each time my fingers itched to move; accentuating it profoundly on bonded paper,
Portraying the enlightening effect that it has; when sighted in embossed script.And I wanted to remember your name with the first beams of evanescent dawn; and the last minute before shutting my eyes,
Blessing me with loads of courage to fight the acerbic day; sleep as unperturbed as God in the ominous night.
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