Solely On The Beats Of Immortal Love Poem by Nikhil Parekh

My lips could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical lipstick; my heart perpetually lived this fathomlessly enchanting Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unassailable love,

My eyes could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical glasses; my heart perennially lived this boundlessly burgeoning Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unshakable love,

My stomach could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical food; my heart timelessly lived this countlessly iridescent Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally triumphant love,

My hair could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical oil; my heart tirelessly lived this spell bindingly victorious Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unceasing love,

My throat could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical water; my heart inexhaustibly lived this limitlessly eclectic Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally humanitarian love,

My teeth could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical toothpaste; my heart unstoppably lived this fragrantly artistic Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally invincible love,

My ears could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical earrings; my heart unlimitedly lived this magnetically enamoring Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally emollient love,

My tongue could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical taste; my heart unceasingly lived this handsomely regale Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally altruistic love,

My fingers could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical pens; my heart continuously lived this royally fantastic Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally magnetic love,

My skin could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical cream; my heart untiringly lived this magically silken Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats
of Immortally Omnipotent love,

My bones could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical calcium; my heart indefatigably lived this effulgently euphoric Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally Omniscient love,

My brain could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical arithmetic; my heart interminably lived this gloriously sensuous Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally redolent love,

My eyelashes could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical mascara; my heart never-endingly lived this unbreakably symbiotic Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally priceless love,

My armpits could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical perfume; my
heart unfalteringly lived this synergistically eternal Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally infallible love,

My spine could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical sponge; my heart unflaggingly lived this ebulliently fructifying Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally intrepid love,

My wrists could perhaps survive quintessentially practical watch; my heart incessantly lived this spectacularly spawning Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally blessed love,

My feet could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical shoes; my heart non-stop lived this brilliantly unerring Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally insuperable love,

My barren skin could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical cloth; my heart immeasurably lived this celestially bestowing Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally uniting love,

And my nostrils could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical oxygen; my heart indefinitely lived this ecstatically vibrant Universe and even beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally Omnipresent love.