I was the jewel of your mystical eyes; the infinite clusters of

eyelashes

drooping down from your lids,

While you were my ability to see; my omnipotent power of sight.

I was the glow that encapsulated your lips; the luscious color that

made them

poignantly scarlet,

While you were tinkling laughter; the smile that besieged the contours

of my

face till eternity.

I was the unprecedented number of cells that lingered in your brain;

the

network of membranes that made it function blissfully,

While you were my virtue to prudently discriminate; the immortal

strength of

my memory.

I was your rubicund tongue; the gallons of free saliva circulating

ecstatically in your palette,

While you were my mesmerizing voice; my invincible prowess of eloquent

speech. I was your intricate veins; the dainty flesh that entrenched them in

entirety, While you were the golden droplets of sweat that oozed from my arms;

the

crimson blood traversing ferociously through my body.

I was your ears; the globules of impeccable flesh dangling nimbly

across your

cheek,

While you were my ability to decipher the most ethereal of sound; my

tenacity

to hear and tolerate ignominious rebukes of the society.

I was your stomach; the conglomerate of intestines incoherently

entwined

inside,

While you were the sumptuous food residing there; putting me

contentedly into

a tranquil slumber.

I was your dainty feet; the spongy toes protruding symmetrically from

within

deep recesses of your supple skin,

While you were my energy to surge forward; my unrelenting fervor to

bounce

ahead in life.

I was your hands; the delectable armory of fingers which harmoniously

moved to

accomplish scores of Herculean tasks, While you were the lines embedded in the center of my palm; the path

which

portrayed and executed my destiny.

And I have no inhibitions revealing that I was your heart; the air

which you inhaled; the breath that escaped with an exhilarated gasp from your

nostrils, While you were the beats that made my heart violently throb; the pulse

that trembled placidly in my wrists; the very purpose for which I was

breathing and alive this second; and would retain life for many more hours to unwind.