WHY DON’T YOU SEE Why do you always gauge me just by the complexion of my lips; Why don’t you see the blistering passion fulminating passionately inside? Why do you always gauge me just by the color of my mascara; Why don’t you see the overwhelming empathy lingering in my eyes? Why do you always gauge me just by the height I possessed; Why don’t you see the unsurpassably towering perceptions of your enchanting persona that circulated in my mind? Why do you always gauge me just by texture of my skin; Why don’t you see the profusely crimson blood flowing inside in my veins; the compassionate ardor impregnated within for your magnificent form? Why do you always gauge me just by the shades of my nail polish; Why don’t you see the poignantly sprouting edges ready to fight for you and defend you at any time? Why do you always gauge me just by the wealth I had stashed; the cars I drove; Why don’t you see the astronomical affluence stored in my soul; ready to help you even after my death? Why do you always gauge me just by the gloss of my hair; Why don’ t you see the intricate brain embodied inside evolving fantasies concerning only you all the time? Why do you always gauge me just by spurious slang in my voice; Why don’t you see the effusive agony uncontrollably gushing out the instants I spoke? Why do you always gauge me just by the jewelry I adorned; Why don’t you see each droplet of tear which oozed out of my eye; each globule of silver sweat which dribbled from my arms; was profoundly dedicated to your divinely grace? Why do you always gauge me just by the number of places I had traveled to by air; Why don’t you see the infinite expeditions I was willing to undertake under the scorching heat of sweltering Sun; hoisting you on my bare shoulder? Why do you always gauge me just by the bodyguards and cavalcade that relentlessly followed me; Why don’t you see the life I was ready to sacrifice this very moment; in order to save you from the tiniest of evil? Why do you always gauge me just by the scintillating shine of my teeth; Why don’t you see the ghastly shell I was ready to break and chew; so that you drank the stupendously sweet water?
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