Old Friends...New Lovers....(a RUN-on jumble of adjectives and parodies)

And then....
Out of THIN AIR...
JUST when you'd given up on PRINCE CHARMING appearing....
JUST when you were considering,
 albeit fleetingly,
the concept of actually LOWERING your insanely, high standards....
in order to allow some MEDIOCRE bloke in out of the cold,,,,,,
a VISION...
Well...
NOT actually a vision...
more like a MEMORY...
a veritable MUSCLE MEMORY...
comes right back up in your face.....
But this MUSCLE MEMORY GUY has actual PRESENCE...
He is NOT a HOLOGRAM..
He's real....
all that dark flesh and rich, RED blood....
He's real.....
And you are awakened..... STARTLED.....SHOCKED even....
by the Baskets full of HOPE which his VERY appearance has benevolently brought with it....
He reaches into his travelers' knapsack....
and pulls out a small statue of a FISH....
tied with obscene amounts of RED RIBBON...
 A gift !!
for YOU !!
He begins to read you his OWN poetry,,,,at which point you remember his UTTER BRILLIANCE...
I mean.... GANDHI could've learned a thing or two from this guy !!
And so it goes....