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Having Said So



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 meaning to my joys
every moment of the day
in an astute, resplendent way 

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