Your Synchronous art of complacency

You are like a gentle shade
pleasant as a tender cloud
A brief comfort to my life
Turned on its complacent ends
You are like  a spring morning 
soaked in your quantum grace,
placid as the flowery ardor
Shining among roses and carnations.
A valediction of all my earthly passions
My weak  breath that goes,
where the pleasures race
While I stare blankly on the yellow moon .
My heart beats, secretly, 
and I stretch synchronously
With all the promising portals I have met
An intuitive map to our gratification
I delve for keeping you obliquely dear 
And to be with you infinitely
You tired of my absence,
And  I anemic,who missed
Your golden giggles, your spirited cries. 

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