Ripples of Rhapsody

The desolate wasteland of destitute deprivation, traversed in tortuous trail by my jagged life, trying relentless so long, so very hard, to flatten out anguished angularities of serrated mangled mind, swirling scrunched in the egregious whirlpool of indignation. Sucked into sordid abyss of despondent delirium, I searched out sedated for indifferent me the possessed passion path, leading besotted through the pulse of collapsed portal to my hollow heart, not yet filled with the arctic mist in prolonged dreary winter of despondency. The spring of yearning came on the sly with fervor fragrance, drifting in furtive flutter on the delusive wings of transient moments, flowing out of the fervent flowers of my blooming garden, where you had flown like a beguiled butterfly, created the cadence of surreal symphony, suffusing me. The tune harmonized with the mesmeric music of my longing, enthralled emotions danced entranced on the ripples of rhapsody that rolled resplendent between you and me, to entwine us evermore, consecrating the cryptic concept of metamorphic magnetism, called love…