You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 3

IT WAS INDEFINITELY IMPOSSIBLE.

It wasn't the most infinitesimal iota impossible to imagine a sensuously sensitive poet do an infinite things more; other than just writing volumes after volumes of perpetually proliferating poetry,

It wasn't the most diminutive iota impossible to imagine a manipulatively shrewd businessman do an infinite things more; other than just quintessentially pragmatic commercial dealings,

It wasn't the most mercurial iota impossible to imagine an altruistically benign philanthropist do an infinite things more; other than just tirelessly reaching out to every conceivable echelon of blessed humanity,

It wasn't the most ephemeral iota impossible to imagine a righteously persevering cobbler do an infinite things more; other than just efficaciously stitching and mending pairs of sordidly disgruntled shoes,

It wasn't the most ethereal iota impossible to imagine a bountifully gifted artist do an infinite things more; other than just profusely inundating barren sheets of insouciant paper; with unlimitedly enchanting sketches of mother nature,

It wasn't the most oblivious iota impossible to imagine an unabashedly vivacious dancer do an infinite things more; other than just inexorably illuminating the complexion of the drearily ignominious night; with her enchantingly inscrutable tread on nimble soil,

It wasn't the most obfuscated iota impossible to imagine an uninhibitedly fearless entrepreneur do an infinite things more; other than just ingeniously innovating the winds of an brilliantly unfettered tomorrow,

It wasn't the most parsimonious iota impossible to imagine an intriguingly uncanny palmist do an infinite things more; other than just perspicaciously deciphering through the countless mysteries of the human palm,

It wasn't the most fugitive iota impossible to imagine an indomitably victorious scientist do an infinite things more; other than just spell-bindingly harnessing the boundlessly replenishing resources of nature divine,

It wasn't the most mercurial iota impossible to imagine an irrefutably righteous teacher do an infinite things more; other than just tirelessly disseminating the venerated source of knowledge in the bulky textbooks,

It wasn't the most inconspicuous iota impossible to imagine a fearlessly patriotic warrior do an infinite things more; other than just unflinchingly brandish
his sword and valor; to even the most treacherously unsparing of enemies,

It wasn't the most invisible iota impossible to imagine a bounteously untainted singer do an infinite things more; other than just unrelentingly flexing the chords of his throat; to perpetuate every ounce of remorse around with the tunes of blissfully rehabilitating music,

It wasn't the most impoverished iota impossible to imagine an eclectically spirited chef do an infinite things more; other than just endlessly tantalizing the salivary buds of countless; with his inimitably awe-inspiring delicacies,

It wasn't the most measly iota impossible to imagine a humanitarianly unprejudiced doctor do an infinite things more; other than just curing even the most inexplicably tormenting wounds of the haplessly devastated patient,

It wasn't the most disappearing iota impossible to imagine a jubilantly effervescent sportsman do an infinite things more; other that just ebulliently galloping like an untamed panther upon the poignant race-track,

It wasn't the most abstemious iota impossible to imagine a humbly learned saint do an infinite things more; other than just unceasingly sermonizing the hymns of eternally fructifying creation and priceless humanity,

It wasn't the most vanishing iota impossible to imagine an effulgently unparalleled adventurer do an infinite things more; other than just philandering through the labyrinths of flirtatious mischief and the enigmatically unknown,

It wasn't the most inane iota impossible to imagine an astutely phlegmatic judge do an infinite things more; other than just limitlessly dispensing the most triumphantly unchallengeable epitomes of invincible justice,

It wasn't the most transient iota impossible to imagine a stupendously virile man & woman do an infinite things more; other than just infallibly procreate into a countless more of their own kind; and thereby inexhaustibly continue the chapters of this heavenly Universe,

But it was indefinitely impossible to imagine an immortally true lover do anything else; except just inhaling; exhaling and timelessly assimilating the skies of love; love and perennially compassionate love; for an infinite more lives and benignly blessed lifetimes.