29.1.13


Your very existence
is the recitation
of my own poetry.

Your mere presence,
my offering to the world.

the tone of your voice,
the climax of my craft.

My solemn lyrics,
4 legged as they stand,
are entrenched in your every vein.

Hidden beneath your every breath,
dwells my mesmerising verses,
wrapped faultlessly around your every heartbeat
 
My musings, what they call good rhymes,
are enthused and founded on every bit of you,
seamlessly and scrumptiously detailed in my thoughts,
Strand by strand.