A poem says...

I promise this poem will say all of it you want to listen;

Falling in love was cute
But I was insane. I wanted something acute.
So we go back to the August 2018♥
The autumns crushing summers, pleasantly
The ting-ting sound of windchimes absorbed in my ears

The magic of love was not yet felt.
Ideologies, theories and thesis were published already by my brain and heart.
And of love, we don't talk much.

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It's slow, it's steady.
And beautiful,
                  Acutely beautiful.

I found love and my poem started therein.
I was in valleys of flowers, in oceans on hues
In rainbows of Iris, in moonlight of night,
I was living every little corner of that painting.
I was being loved. It's beautiful,
Acutely beautiful.

The connecting metaphors are never vague..
Love is a metaphor in itself ❤

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You change, I change
You hug, I smile
You kiss, I blush
You smile, I stop
My infinity ends on you.
It's like a mathematical equation
with X's and y's and z's
You put value in this variable ❤

You live in my dreams
In verses of my poetries,
In ink of my pen,
In peacock's feather
You live in libraries❤

I got my muse, you got a writer's heart.
It's a perfect match.

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I have married you in my eyes.
My heart keeps dhak-dhak-dhak
Shhhhhhhhh.....
Listen silently. It says more and more.....

My poem says it all...
        from I love you to I live you🌸