The Tenacity Of My Love

Even If you were an obdurate stone; with loads of callousness embedded
rigidly in your persona,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transformed you into
Molten wax rampantly dripping down; eventually blending with the earth.

Even if you were the dry desert; harboring a plethora of acrimonious
cactus and violently blistering winds,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; inundated you with
fresh water; imparting a perennial wetness to your sands.

Even if you were the satanic demon; with your armory of brutal teeth
scintillating wickedly under the moon,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; brought about a
dramatic metamorphosis in you; converting you into an immaculate angel.

Even if you were the incorrigible dictator; rebuking all in proximity
with your volley of expletives and commands,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; pacified you
overwhelmingly; exonerated the bitterness in your voice.

Even if you were deadly poison; causing instantaneous death on
consumption,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; completely annihilated
your venom; making you as sweet as golden nectar.

Even if you were pallid paint sticking languidly to the walls;
propagating waves of disparaging gloom in the ambience,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; impregnated you with
brilliantly vibrant color; made you profoundly smile.

Even if you were poignant green chili; thunderously shouting expending
supreme capacity of your lungs,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transmuted you into
innocuous sugar; irrefutably sweet in taste.

Even if you were the viciously lethal reptile; baring your fangs at me
with utter hostility,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; changed you into the
resplendent fish; gliding sedately through the swirling ocean.

Even if you were blazing volcano; torching all those who came even
centimeters near you; devouring innocent humans in your fiery belly like
inconspicuous insects,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transfigured you into
the melodious stream weaving its way enchantingly through meadows of soft
grass.

And even if you were the idol of horrendous hatred; ostracizing
humanity severely for its benevolent deeds,
I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; rekindled in you the
essence of sharing; the insatiable urge to caress and care.

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