Fashions dwindle and become fragile.
But in contrast, your unassuming style becomes perpetual and perdurable.
Your consummately put-together style of the 21st century graces the covers of the gleaming and lustrous magazines.
You claim your ownership for an enviable and privileged wardrobe that stands on the face of your fingertips.
Your serene and distinct candour, clarity and unity are your ultimate suaveness.
You may have a recollection on Oscar Wilde’s own adage that becomes your reassurance for a durable epic that goes as follows; “A well-tied, tie is the first serious step in life”.
Your valour and nerve are sine-qua-non consequences under immense pressure.
Your attire does not make you, and instead it is you who make your attire.
Your posh and pricey shoes revamp and remodel your elated and cheery stance and demeanour.
Your faultless and perfect complexion together with your slender and slim features may make any onlooker weak in the knees.
Your vigour is the seduction on a magazine cover that lands on London’s West End.
Your mien is an aura of colours spotted in a bunch of grapes, grown in the Mediterranean.
Your outlandish and quaint enticement is just a golden parachute for your savvy and acuity.
Your face is the occult and mystic inspiration for poets and sonneteers.
Yours has never been an eerie green glow in the sky that lands on an island, inhabited by ambiguous creatures that have not heard of your euphonic and ethereal voice.
Your self-trust is invariably the crux and core of your valour and valiance.
You come from a low-pitched and unuttered generation.
Your terrific comprehension on the significance of forgetting is not a strange phenomenon, but an inducement of reinvention.
You are an epitome of reinvention.
Your talking eyes glitter along the gloomy but crowded streets.
Your freedom of choosing as to what you intend to do has never been a question.
You forge and form shelter out of wreckage.
You narrate gripping tales of greed, power, and secrets.
You infiltrate into the citadel of hugs and kisses.
Your life is just like a free fall parachute jump.
You believe that the peril and fortuity that you take are conclusive and convictive by the sheer love of the life that you lead.
As the Bard says you put a spirit of youth in everything.
As the sun rises from the East, you become the miracle of its rays.
Sag, slump and settle within me just once, I swear that you will never fall again.
