The trajectory of your joys go through the compost of unlimited smiles, nostalgic roads and the chords of love if I have to chronicle the metaphors that speak of your calmness I may have to sleep hungry or remain satiated without food Your subtle intelligence is the food for my soul I just look at you, talking and being joyful in the words your reveal it is like a sensual romance with the language you restore through your curious, glasses framed eyes and a charm of innocence Your lithe frame the feather light persona and the unbound tranquil energy if it isn’t a template of effervescence nothing else can be as the theme of my verse is “joy” it is a visual, sensory and imagery delight when it comes to being with you or while feeling that feeling of closeness even when you are physically in a different plane or emotionally even in divergent thoughts Having said so Can I translate in few words? You give a new mea
verses and conflicts of the soul