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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