I WOULD RECOGNIZE YOU

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If I was a blind man; with indispensable jewels in my eye gruesomely scarred,
With a colossal island of darkness besieging me in entirety; prompting me to grope like an imbecile animal on the crowded street,
I would recognize you in millions; by the cadence of your mesmerizing voice.

If I was born stone deaf; unable to decipher the most thunderous of sound,
Sitting unperturbed with tranquil ease; even after witnessing the vociferous roar
of a shattering earthquake,
I would recognize you in millions; by your articulately molded features; and your celestial smile.

If I was existing as perpetually dumb; deprived of the ability to produce sound,
Grant stupendous impetus to words; converting them into eloquent speech,
I would recognize you in millions; by the astoundingly striking honey brown
pigments in your eye.

If I was disdainfully crippled; traversing through the scraggy streets; resting entirely on my angular hands,
Unable to stand vertically on my mutilated feet; scrutinizing the gargantuan building kneeling low towards the earth,
I would recognize you in millions; by the shape of your mystically carved dainty feet.

If I was born squint eyed; with intricate arenas of my face appearing comically
distorted,
Sighting a single person as twins; being beaten up on infinite an occasion by apathetic individuals,
I would recognize you in millions; by the softness and tenderness of your ravishing hair.

If I had a mask camouflaging my face; obliterating my sight even from the
faintest traces of light,
With gigantic plugs of cotton stuffed uncouthly in my ears; rendering me worse than being deaf or blind,
I would still recognize you in millions; by the fragrance of your enchanting body.

And If I was wholesomely intact; with all parts of my demeanor functioning to bountiful capacity,
Several gallons of blood circulating boisterously through my finely chiseled veins,
I would recognize you in millions; as my heart would beat turbulently the instant I passed you.

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