Ecstasy or what?

Like the virgin dew resting delicately upon the petals in the earliest hints of dawn, I’ve kept your words in the archives down my memory lane and every time when a lone ache stirs my heart or the amethyst dusks make me feel lone, I retrieve those words of yours from my memory so that they’d echo through my emptiness and relive in me the dream I’ve so long cherished and protected most!……and still do!! And very night when the tread of times would demur my weary steps and indict me of fickle gypsy wanderings with its implacable coarseness, I’d see you with my eyes closed and hold your hand, asking you to let me the strength of moving across the oblique caverns of despair. And with that delirium of having you by my side, the feeling of my hands wrapped around you, washing the somber aches of poignant loneliness off my eyes and drenching me in the cadence of your breathes, I’d live yet another lifetime in that single moment of ultimate euphoria.