The only mission

THE ONLY MISSION The only mission that my hands were born for; was to defend your magnificently enchanting entity; from the most inconspicuous iota evil lingering around, The only mission that my legs were born for; was to transport you invincibly safe; to the most splendidly rejuvenating destination of your choice, The only mission that my eyes were born for; was to enshroud your life with brilliantly majestic sight; enlightening your every disparagingly gloomy path with profoundly optimistic light, The only mission that my tongue was born for; was to flood each aspect of your monotonously languid existence; with the sound of enamoringly melodious happiness, The only mission that my lips were born for; was to trigger an everlasting smile upon the impeccable contours of your face; kiss you till times beyond eternal infinity, The only mission that my teeth were born for; was to perspicaciously disentangle the thorns from the fruits you ate; pulverize all the gruesome impediments that came your way, The only mission that my shadow was born for; was to entrench your royal countenance from all sides; with incredulously fabulous enigma; and mystically tingling excitement, The only mission that my neck was born for; was to dexterously drift for you in an infinite directions; finding you the ultimate clouds of paradise; which you had perennially desired, The only mission that my fingers were born for; was to maneuver you like an invincible fortress even in the most treacherous of darkness; even in the most insidiously bizarre moments of life, The only mission that my ears were born for; was to indefatigably massacre those diabolical voices trying to ghastily perpetuate through your pristine surroundings; decimate even the most infinitesimal trace of obnoxious sound before it could arise, The only mission that my blood was born for; was to impregnate all those despairingly lackluster moments of your bedraggled life; with an insurmountably overpowering aroma; more poignant than the rain pelting down,

The only mission that my versatility was born for; was to marvelously fulminate the artist lingering profusely in each of your ecstatically royal senses; engender you to erupt into an unfathomable myriad of bountiful directions, The only mission that my mind was born for; was to propel you to tirelessly fantasize; dream in an ocean of incomprehensibly silken charm; oblivious to the manipulative vagaries of the uncouth world outside, The only mission that my lashes were born for; was to ignite the flirtatious child in your charismatic persona; make you feel every instant as if blooming with the freshest cry of blissful life, The only mission that my patriotism was born for; was to unrelentingly march forward till the time you achieved your absolute goal in life; wholesomely evict the flurry of disastrously abominable traitors hovering around your divine countenance, The only mission that my skin was born for; was to sequester your immaculately shivering visage; from the acrimonious rays of midday Sun; as well as avalanches of gruesomely freezing winter, The only mission that my soul was born for; was to perpetually ensure that your irrefutably heavenly spirit continued to robustly exist; even centuries after you had died, The only mission that my breath was born for; was to make you forever live with the astronomical fervor of life; witness you magnificently blossom into a fountain of resplendently dancing moonlight, And the only mission that my heart was born for; was to immortally grant you the love of your destined life; not only for this; but fathomless more exotically vibrant lifetimes .