You. Yes It Was Only You O! Beloved Poem by Nikhil Parekh

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose wonderfully luscious lips; invincibly started and ended; my every passionately ignited and bountifully iridescent; kiss;

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rhapsodically emancipating eyes; spell-bindingly started and ended; my every royally unfettered and victoriously poignant; fantasy,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose intricately silken feet; ecstatically started and ended; my every intrepidly titillating and timelessly reinvigorating; adventure,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose sensuously reverberating spine; unbelievably started and ended; my every interminably voluptuous and
beautifully euphoric; caress,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose victoriously effulgent palms; stupendously started and ended; my every stroke of joyously unbridled and
inscrutably bewitching; destiny,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravishingly titillating hair; handsomely started and ended; my every unabashedly liberating and vivaciously
blessed; dance,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose gorgeously seductive nape; inebriatingly started and ended; my every immaculately wondrous and regally
ameliorating; nibble,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose uninhibitedly dimpled chin; marvelously started and ended; my every anecdote of pristinely sparkling and
insatiably charismatic; mischief,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravenously effervescent belly; potently started and ended; my every fierily unending and fabulously
exultated; lick,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rapturously blushing cheeks; poignantly started and ended; my every odyssey of inimitably undying and
victoriously unprecedented; excitement,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose blissfully sweat-laden armpit; irrefutably started and ended; my every trail of truthfully emollient and
indefatigably insuperable; perseverance,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose mellifluously holistic fingers; ecstatically started and ended; my every impeccably benign and unsurpassably altruistic; artistry,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose flirtatiously flapping ears; indomitably started and ended; my every timelessly augmenting and mystically
groping; desire,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose compassionately roused bosom; unflinchingly started and ended; my every vial of peerlessly fecund and
blessedly magnetic; virility,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose densely enamoring brow; vividly started and ended; my every enigmatically evoking and serenely serendipitous;
whisper,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose thunderously electric thighs; uncontrollably started and ended; my every humanely ardent and eternally
emaciated; longing,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose magically ameliorating soul; harmoniously started and ended; my every act of wonderfully egalitarian and
unconquerably symbiotic; humility,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose incomprehensibly perennial nostrils; aristocratically started and ended; my every expedition of romantically princely and unimaginably heroic; life,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose immortally throbbing heart; perpetually started and ended; my every beat of divinely blossoming and
insuperably uniting; love.