The no Titled Ulysses

Sweety

Sweety, you are  a favourite stylistic habit of mine . But still I'm a failure, you know why ? Because my linguistic aporia is so emblematic of the downfall of my  verbal quest ,which ultimate and absolute target is to reach a place where I could discover a new terminology , lexicon to present that magnanimous perfection of yours. Babe, my attempts are themselves of a great short outcome , your beauty is beyond the represented standards of the human mind to conceive or make a slight endeavour to pass unrecognised . You are model of which profound and prolific if not all that unprecedented is set by. You are a pleasurable sight to my eyes and melting between two green pupils of yours is a complete new physical state I only had the opportunity of experiencing . You are the representation of what my heart adores and what my body pays homage for. I bite my lips unawarely as my heart leaps to the sky and proudly say I'm in love with you .