“The Essence of Egotist: Beauty and Boisterousness
If selfishness infuses within a name, perhaps yes Audra would be in that name. Love can be under these circumstances, such a peevish thing, pompously proud of its pouring glory. If such splendor spoke in truth, then her eyes would reflect by the definition on what true prosperity, really is. Desperately, love is as a child that needs tended to, beneath the piles of recklessness and hatred that so mask their true innuendoes. Therefore, in this here say a man who tried ever so much but in consequence, had to unfortunately, endure the duration of loving sears, of congenial flames in daring dreams. Beauty is intricate and love can be harshly played, but this game of faro is two-faced, partially love and partially lust.
As a grandeur in the poetic arts, Shakespeare knew the solution to this predicament, as he once said, “Love, is a fickled world.” Finding mistress that finds no truth in this, transition in the dust of the lust, this would be presumed as harmonious sanctum for which would be an impervious shield to deflect the ever hypercritical after effects of lust. She has no grasp on the heart; there is no tune of gregarious company. Scouring for that loving hand of Venus has been very difficult, as it burns the night brightly, in a luminous array of beautiful colors displayed, in this heated battle for love’s first gentle kiss. For if not love, would venturing into another day be manageable day?
Yes, because the end of that relationship changed the perception in such a perilous way, that not a day goes by, that the digressing feelings of heartache and of despair would generate a surmounting line of trauma. Yet, this feeling of revelation from that relationship would flabbergast me so much; actively according myself, carefully through the erosive days and the atrophying nights. Such disgrace would leave a man awaiting the IRS agent to deprive him of his financials;; an embarrassing tear flailing his reputation away. If ever a melodious chime sounded, that lustful scenario, of merciful skies and a twilight naval sea of clouds, encompassing repeatedly, there retreating from the heavens above, hereunto this ungodly abode, it will always allure this millennial heart. from there, I would speak in tongues of grace and of beauty in the likeness of that flower, my words, would flow in the concord melody by the same for which had arrested my senses and subdued me with its magnificent power; God’s bequest to this unholy earth, dispersed into some nightly realm of dismal by man’s ill intent; such is the denunciation of radiance, in God’s omniscient eye."