You Are A Poem
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Pardon me, for my innocent expressions
To make a poem from your existence
You had to be a poem, after being
The centre of my all emotions.
How your footsteps on the dewed grass
Are transformed into poem?
No one can know without being me because
Dropping sun rays on your face
Are naturally wanting to be a poem
So how can I stop them in case
The very natural smile on your lips
Silent voice of your eyes
Your open and close works
If they are not a poem, then what else?
Your vision, your words, and your silence
The truth is that your presence is a poem itself
I am only the coordinator
In this whole poetic arrangement
The truth is that you are a poem yourself
I am the language and grammar.