His soul is like lambent summer showers shellacked with crystals,

Heart burnishing with embers of gold, from the enigmatic flames of December.

His love shallowed the flamboyant stars hidden within the cosmos aglow,

The shamrock oceans within his verdigris eyes like the timbers flow.
They crawl into limerence like a serpent with smaragdite scales of fire,
Into an oasis of apricity, where sorrow evanescences into cold quagmire.

Under the sequined skies swathed with plummets of sapphires,
As ambrosial aromas from chrysanthemums and mistletoe pervade.
We pirouette amidst the Pandora shadows of the raven winds,

His soft clasp of unscathed winsomeness, fabricating the waltz of the blackbirds
.
He emancipated the fragmentations of my colourless soul,
Squandered into epitaphs of calamitous smolders of rampage.

He ameliorated my wings of sombre to glissade above the pinnacles
In this napalm Elysium embosomed...