I can effortlessly travel in so many fine directions,

the mind is a vehicle for loving strains and gains,

deep emotions based on genuine love ooze from my pen,

in tantalising tandem with diffuse imagery so near,

the imagination my dedicated devotee divine,

together in a lifelong quintessential quest between ourselves, 

and a wondrous allied picturesque brief to pursue, 

as a world endowed with rich red ruby vein dormant veil,

waiting with extreme patience on bard, poet, and script writer,

myself included to extol with impassioned magnanimity the feeling path,

I caress with deep tenderness each vista I encounter,

using every verbal brushstroke at my soulful command,

each dictionary a reliable asset for the enamoured idiom,

the apt phrased adornment that I’m selective in choosing from,

whilst I am in the vital process of those apt suitable passages dreamt of,

for that gem  clad partnership between wordsmith aspirational,

and the immediate chase for lavish inkling, term and gorgeous slant reflected on,

the romantic verse maker within me is impelled by the yen and yearn,

environmental chalice that dawdles and dangles  in such a teasing fashion,

affection has me in its eiffel tower incandescent grip,

itchy finger promenader  who engrossed by stretch and stroll,

acrylic  verbal painter with an opulent zestful passage,

me the wishful dawdler located in a deft stylistic haze,

yet a  iridescent hue’d collage streams upon silk parchment,

dry tongue extended that thirsts for each vivacious inkling,

my tender throb for kindle stick metaphor when  emblazoned, 

a heart that pumps and pulses whilst I worship at adoration’s shrine,

from infant days so fondly lodged  an effervescent fountain,

spewing easter, christmas, birthday cards laced with care.